She had a light dust coat of pongee silk, though Jim
had told her there was a warmer coat in the car if she should want
it.
When Kenerley returned to the group on the veranda a wild shout
greeted him, inquiring where Patty was.
"I told you she was going to elope," returned Jim; "I was merely
helping her along. I left her just outside the gate on her way to
meet her rustic swain."
"Nonsense, Jim," said his wife, "where did she go? Over to the
Crosbys'?"
"She didn't say anything to me about the Crosbys. In fact, Adele,
she didn't tell me where she was going, and I wasn't so inquisitive
as to ask her. I let my guests do as they like and go where they
choose. Patty asked me for the runabout and I gave it to her. If she
had wanted the touring car she could have had it,--or the
limousine,--or the wheelbarrow."
A smile passed over Van Reypen's face at the chance reference to the
last-named vehicle, and his intuitions told him that Patty had gone
for a solitary drive to get away from other people for a little
while.
"Oh, LOOK who's here!" cried Daisy, suddenly, as a motor car came
whizzing up the steps and out jumped Bill Farnsworth.
"I just stopped for a minute," he said to Adele, "to see how you all
are after your party.
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