"Stay here and brush out your hair, Patty," said Marie, "and we can
have a 'kimono chat,' all by ourselves."
So Patty sat down at Marie's toilet table, and began to brush out
her golden curls.
"Did you like the ball, Patty?" asked Marie, as she braided her own
dark hair.
"Lovely! Everybody was so nice to me. And you had a good time
yourself, I know. I saw you breaking hearts, one after another, you
little siren."
"Siren, yourself! How did you like that Bell boy?"
"Gracious! That sounds like a hotel attendant! In fact I think
'bellhop,' as I believe they call them, wouldn't be a bad name for
Eddie Bell. I liked him ever so much, but he was a little,--well,--
fresh is the only word that expresses it."
"He is cheeky; but he doesn't mean anything. He's a nice boy; I've
known him for years. He's an awful flirt,--but he admired you like
everything. Though as to that, who doesn't?"
"Oh, I don't think so much of this general admiration. I think if a
young girl isn't admired, it's her own fault. She only has to be gay
and pleasant and good-natured, and people are bound to like her."
"Yes," agreed Marie; "but there are degrees. I'll tell you who likes
you an awful lot,--and that's Mr.
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