"
"Well, the Homers are dears, but they lack just that little
something that makes people know when to spell their figures and
when not to. I think it's horrid when people spell a date in
ordinary correspondence. But an invitation is another thing. But I
say, Nan,--Jiminetty crickets!"
"I'm not sure that date-spelling people ought to refer to those
crickets," said Nan, lifting her eyebrows.
"Well, Jerusalem crickets, then! and every kind of crickets in the
ornithology or whatever they belong in. But, Nan, I've discovered
something!"
"What, Miss Columbus?"
"Oh, I'm a Sherlock Holmes! I'm Mr. D. Tective! What DO you think?"
"If you really want to know, I think you're crazy! jumping around
like a wild Indian, and you a this season's debutante!"
"Rubbish! most debutantes are wild Indians at times. But, Nan, I've
discovered their secret! Hah! the vilyuns! but they shall be foiled!
foiled!! FOILED!!!"
Patty raged up and down the room, melodramatically clutching at her
hair and staring at Nan with her blue eyes. "It is a deep-laid plot,
but it shall be foiled by Patricia Sherlock,--the only lady
detective in captivity!"
"Patty, do behave yourself! What is the matter with you? You act
like a lunatic!"
"I'll tell you, Nan, honey," and Patty suddenly sat down on the
couch, among a pile of pillows.
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