"
"No, don't bother her to do that. I've met her, you know, and if she
either writes or telephones, it will be all right. What time do we
start?"
"About three, so as to make it easily by tea-time."
"I'll be ready. Count on me. Good-bye."
Patty hung up the telephone suddenly, as she always did. She often
said it was her opinion that more time was wasted in this world by
people who didn't know how to say good-bye, than from any other
cause. And her minutes were too precious to be spent on a telephone,
after the main subject of conversation had been finished.
She danced downstairs to tell Nan all about it.
"Very nice party," Nan approved; "I've met Mrs. Perry, you know, and
she's charming. You'll be home Thursday, of course. You know you've
a theatre party that night."
"Yes, I know; I'll be home," said Patty, abstractedly. "What would
you take for the ball, Nan? My pink chiffon or my yellow satin?"
"They're both so pretty, it's hard to choose. The yellow satin, I
think; it's a dream of a frock."
Mrs. Perry wrote a most cordial invitation and also telephoned,
saying how glad she would be to welcome Patty to her home.
And so, the next afternoon, the young people started on their motor
trip.
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