Patty thought Bill would ask her to ride
with him, but he didn't come near her, and she wondered if he were
annoyed or offended in any way.
She confessed to feeling a little tired, and rode quietly beside
Aunt Adelaide, leaning her sunny head on that lady's shoulder.
"But it was lovely!" she said, with a sort of purr like a
contented kitten. "I'd like to have a Pageant every night!"
"Yes, you would!" exclaimed Roger, who sat in front of her in the
big motor. "You'd be dancing in a sanitarium next thing you knew."
"Pooh!" retorted Patty. "I'm not a decrepit old invalid yet, am I,
Aunt Adelaide?"
"No, dearie; but you must take care of yourself. I think a cold
compress on your forehead to-night would do you good."
"And a hot compress on my chin, and two lukewarm ones on my ears,"
teased Patty, laughing at the solicitous tones of the older lady.
"No, sir-ee! I'll catch a nap or two, and tomorrow I'll be as
right as a--as a--what's that thing that's so awfully right?"
"A trivet," said Mona.
"Yes, a trivet. I've no idea what it is, but I'll be one!"
There was a light supper set out in the dining-room at "Red
Chimneys," but no one wanted any, so good-nights were said almost
immediately and the wearied revellers sought their rooms.
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