Good-night,
Patty."
Kenneth held out his hand and Patty put her little hand slowly into
it.
As she felt his strong, warm clasp, a mischievous impulse moved her
to say, demurely: "I think it would be polite, Ken, if you kissed my
hand, instead of squeezing it to pieces!"
Kenneth gave her one look, dropped a light kiss on the back of her
little hand, and with a courteous bow left the room.
For a moment Patty stood where he had left her, then, as she heard
the front door close, she looked curiously at the back of her hand,
almost as if expecting to see a mark there.
"Dear old Ken," she said, softly, to herself, and then she went
upstairs.
CHAPTER XV
AN INVITATION
Notwithstanding the experience of the evening, Patty slept
dreamlessly all night, and was only awakened, when Jane came in the
morning with her breakfast tray.
"Hello, Jane," she said, sleepily, opening her eyes, "will you ask
Mrs. Fairfield to come up here right away?"
"What is it, Patty?" said Nan, appearing a moment later; "are you
ill? Jane said you wanted me right away."
"No, I'm not ill," and Patty gave her stepmother a quizzical glance.
"Sit down, Nan, and brace yourself for a shock. In me you behold a
charming young debutante who has received her first proposal from a
most worthy young man.
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