"That'll do," said Patty, laughing again. "The farce is over. Now
come and be real. Your own beautiful real self. Come and meet my
friends."
"Who?" said Kit, as he accompanied Patty across the street.
"Here he is," sang out Patty, as they reached the car. "Mrs.
Kenerley,--Miss Dow,--may I present Mr. Cameron, the celebrated
violin virtuoso."
Adele greeted him warmly, and Daisy smiled on him, and Cameron's own
delightful manner soon made them all friends.
"Jump in and go home with us, Mr. Cameron," said Adele, turning down
a side seat in the car.
"But my stay in Maple Bank is limited," said Kit. "I'm due to take
the next train back to New York."
"Come back with us to tea, anyway," said Adele.
"You can stay to dinner, too," said Patty, "and take a late train
down from Fern Falls."
"But you see, though I dressed with particular care to meet a very
charming young lady, I didn't expect to dine with her."
"Oh, no matter," said Adele; "we won't be formal to-night. But if
you will, Mr. Cameron, we'd like to have you come back on Saturday
for our May-day celebration."
"Will I!" said Kit; "you're awfully good to ask me, Mrs. Kenerley,
after you've discovered what a wicked young man I am, thus to follow
up invitations from strange ladies.
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