He says he doesn't think anything dreadful has happened to
you, but he thinks you've had a breakdown and can't get home, and he
insists on starting out to look for you. If you don't come right
away, Patty dear, I can't keep him here much longer!"
"All right, Adele, I'll start at once; truly, I will! Don't send for
me. Somebody here will take me over. You know your little runabout
is here. I'll come home in that."
"Don't drive it yourself."
"Of course not. Somebody will drive me. I'll be over in fifteen
minutes. Good-bye."
Patty hung up the receiver and returned to the drawing-room.
"I must go right straight away," she said, smiling at her hostess.
"My joke worked a little too well, and unless I appear they're going
to send out a search party after me! I told Adele her little car was
here. How did it get here, Mr. Peyton?"
"I went after it and brought it here; instead of taking it to Mrs.
Hammersmith's or whatever her name was!"
"You mean Mrs. Hemingway," said Patty, laughing, "my former
mistress, who left me in her car to go in search of help."
"Yes," said Peyton. "Wasn't it lucky I came along? You little
thought Farnsworth sent me, did you?"
"Indeed I didn't!" and Patty smiled at him, "and will you take me
home in that little car? for I promised Adele I'd go at once.
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