"
"I'm sure she will too," said Mr. Fairfield, with an approving glance at
his pretty daughter; "and whenever you are in Vernondale, Mr. Harper, I
hope you will come to see us."
"I shall be very glad to," answered the young man, "and I hope to run out
there soon."
"Come out when we have our play," said Patty; "it's going to be
beautiful."
"What play is that?"
"We don't know yet, we haven't decided on it."
"I know an awfully good play. One of the fellows up at college wrote it,
and so it isn't hackneyed yet."
"Oh, tell me about it," said Patty. "Papa, can't we take the next later
train home?"
"Yes, chick, I don't mind if you don't; or, better still, if Mr. Harper
can go with us, I'll take both of you children out to dinner in some
great, glittering, noisy hotel."
"Oh, gorgeous!" cried Patty. "Can you go, Mr. Harper?"
"Indeed I can, and I shall be only too glad. College boys are not
overcrowded with invitations, and I am glad to say I have no other for
to-night."
"You'll have to telephone to Emancipation Proclamation, papa,"
said Patty, "or she'll get out all the bell-ringers, and drag the
river for us."
"So she will," said Mr. Fairfield. "I'll set her mind at rest the
first thing."
"That's our cook," explained Patty.
"It's a lovely name," observed Kenneth, "but just a bit lengthy for
every-day use."
"Oh, it's only for Sundays and holidays," said Patty; "other days we
contract it to Mancy.
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