I always do my own hair."
"It can't be much trouble," said Mrs. Perry, looking admiringly at
the golden curls, "for it looks lovely whatever way you do it."
Patty slipped on a kimono and brushed out her shining mass of curls.
As Mrs. Perry had rightly said, Patty's coiffure was not
troublesome, for however she bunched up the gleaming mass it looked
exactly right. She twisted it up with care, however, and added a
marvellous ornament of a bandeau, which circled halfway round her
head, and above which a gilt butterfly was tremblingly poised. It
was too early to get into her frock, so Patty flung herself into a
big chair before the crackling fire, and gave herself up to
daydreams. She dearly loved to idle this way and she fell to
thinking, naturally, of the home she was visiting and the people who
lived there.
Patty still sat dreaming these idle fancies, when there was a tap at
the door and, in response to her permission, a maid entered.
"I'm Babette," she said, "and I have come to help you with your
gown."
"Thank you," said Patty, jumping up; "it's later than I thought. We
must make haste."
With experienced deftness, the French maid arrayed Patty in the
beautiful evening gown of yellow satin, veiled with a shimmering
yellow gauze.
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