"
"I'm glad of that," said Mrs. Brewster, cordially, "and now, Miss
Fairfield, come into the drawing-room. I want my guests to know what
a little heroine it is who waited on us at dinner. What a girl you
are! I've often heard Adele Kenerley speak of you, and I'm so glad
to know you. You must come and make me a visit, won't you, to prove
that you forgive me for letting you wait on my table?"
"The pleasure was mine," returned Patty, dropping a pretty curtsy.
Then they all went to the drawing-room, where Patty was praised and
applauded till she blushed with confusion.
Farnsworth stood leaning against the mantel as she entered the room.
He waited till the introductions were over and until the hubbub
roused by Patty's story had subsided. Then, as she stood beside her
hostess, he went over to her, and said, "What is your greeting for
me, Miss Fairfield?"
"I gave you my greeting at the table," said Patty, and she flashed a
glance at him from beneath her long lashes.
"WAS it a greeting?"
But before Patty could answer, Mrs. Brewster came to her and said in
her enthusiastic way, "Oh, Miss Fairfield, I've been telephoning
Mrs. Kenerley and telling her all about it! And what DO you think?
She says that she and Jim are the only ones over there who know
where you are, and they're pretending they don't know, and all the
young people are crazy with anxiety!"
"I suppose I ought to go right home," said Patty, "and relieve their
anxiety.
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