I'm with you, Patty. Let's do it."
"If you're shy on the programme, I can get one or two fellows to
help us out," said Cameron. "A chum of mine warbles a good baritone
and I'm dead sure he'd like to help."
"I'm really a perfectly good singer," said Mr. Fairfield, "but my
voice is not appreciated nowadays. So I'm going to decline all
requests to sing, however insistent. But I'll help you out this way,
Patsy-Poppet. I'll set up the supper for the whole crowd."
"Oh, daddy, how good you are!" and Patty leaned over to give her
father's hand an affectionate squeeze. "It will be just lovely!
We'll give those people a real musical treat, and a lovely supper to
wind up with. Really, Mr. Cameron, you are to be thanked for all
this, for you first suggested it. Our club has never done such a big
thing before. I know the girls will be delighted!"
Unable to wait, Patty flew to the telephone and called up Mona, who
was one of the most earnest workers of the club. As she had fore-
seen, Mona was greatly pleased, and they immediately planned a
meeting for the next morning to perfect the arrangements.
"And incidentally, and aside from giving a musical entertainment to
your poor but worthy young friends, won't you go with me next week
to enjoy some music yourself?" said Cameron to Patty, as he was
about to take leave.
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