"
Patty went gaily off to her own rooms, saying she was going to
have a bath and a breakfast, and then she was going to sleep for
twenty-four hours.
"I'm not," announced Daisy. "I'm going to make a straight dive for
the breakfast room. Come with me, Bill, and see that I get enough
to eat."
Roger, Mona, and the Kenerleys were going for an ocean dip, and
Laurence Cromer, who was a late riser, had not yet put in an
appearance. Aunt Adelaide was with Patty, hearing all about the
adventure, so Bill was obliged to accept Daisy's rather peremptory
invitation.
"What's the matter with you, Bill?" asked the girl, as she threw
off her motor coat and sat at the table in her low-necked party
gown.
"Nothing. I say, Daisy, why don't you go and get into some togs
more suitable for 9 A.M.?"
"Because I'm hungry. Yes, James, omelet, and some of the fried
chicken. Bill, don't you like me any more?"
"Yes, of course I do. But you ought to act more,--more polite, you
know."
"Oh, fiddlesticks! You mean more finicky,--like that paragon,
Patty. You think she's perfect, because she never raises her voice
above a certain pitch, and she expects all you men to lie down and
let her walk over you."
"She MAY walk over me, if she likes; and I want you to stop
speaking of her in that slighting way, Daisy.
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