"
Patty gave him a grateful glance, and said:
"Nonsense, Aunt Adelaide, I'm not really tired, but I just want to
sit down a while. My feet have a headache!"
"I don't wonder!" declared Mona. "It was awful for you to perch on
one toe for a hundred million mile ride! And I reclined at ease on
a Roman trident, or whatever you call it!" "Tripod, you mean,"
said Adele, laughing, "or is it trireme?"
"Dunno," said Mona, who was arranging Patty in a soft easy-chair
in the dressing-room of the club. "Now, you sit there, you Sea
Witch," she commanded, "and I'll have a maid bring you a hot
bouillon or a weak tea, whichever you prefer. You can't have
coffee, it might spoil that pinky-winky complexion of yours."
"Nothing can spoil that!" said Daisy, and though the remark
sounded complimentary, it was prompted by a spirit of jealousy.
Daisy had truly appreciated Patty's generosity in the matter of
the note but she couldn't gracefully submit to having her own
brunette beauty eclipsed by what she called a doll-face.
Patty's weariness was purely muscular, and so of short duration,
and after ten minutes' rest, she was feeling as fresh as ever.
"Now, what do we do?" she asked, shaking her draperies into place
and adjusting the new wreath on her hair.
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