She must be greeted, and later, she must be bidden farewell, but
no conversation with her between times was necessary.
The party was a pretty one. Usually, the Spring Beach people
didn't care much to go to "Red Chimneys," for Mona was not a
favourite. But Patty was, and, invited to meet her, every one
accepted. And the large rooms, cooled by electric fans, and
decorated with lovely flowers and softly shaded lights, looked
somehow more attractive, now that Patty Fairfield's graceful
figure was flitting through them.
After one of the dances, Patty drifted across the room and stood
near Susan. That worthy was dutifully looking over her book, and
occasionally glancing thoughtfully round the room.
"Keep it up, Susan!" whispered Patty. "You're a howling success!
Everything's all right."
"Come for a stroll on the veranda, Patty," said Jack Pennington,
coming up to her. "Mayn't I take her, Mrs. Hastings, if I'll be
very careful of her?"
"Shure an' ye may, sir," said Susan, heartily, caught off her
guard by this sudden request.
Jack Pennington stared at her, and Susan's eyes fell and her face
turned red in deepest dismay lest she had disgraced her beloved
Miss Patty. In a despairing effort to remedy her indiscretion she
assumed a haughty tone and said, "You have my permission.
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