Nor were the men unappreciative.
"A real Yuletide frock, Patty," said Phil Van Reypen, approvingly.
"Didn"t know you could wear that colour."
"I couldn"t," laughed Patty, "in daylight. But the electrics even things up, somehow, and my complexion takes on a harmonising tint of brick red."
"Because you are a brick," put in Channing. "Did you get many Christmas gifts, Patty? Did you get my small votive offering?"
"Did I get many gifts! My boudoir looks like a World"s Fair! Yes, Chick, I got your present. Let me see, it was the padded calf Emerson, wasn"t it?"
"It was not! If you got that, it probably came from your Cosmetic friends. I sent you--oh, if you didn"t even open it----"
"But I did, Chickadee. It was a heavenly jade hatpin, an exquisite bit of carving. I just adore it, and I shall never wear any other. So cheer up, life is still worth living!"
Patty was in high spirits. It was partly reaction from the artificial atmosphere of the Studio, and partly her real enjoyment of the festive occasion of Elise"s Christmas party. The Farrington parties were always on an elaborate scale, and this was no exception.
"I wish Roger and Mona were here," Patty said, "I sort of miss them."
"So do I," chimed in Daisy Dow. "But the honeymoon shining on the sands at Palm Beach still holds them under its influence."
"They must be happy," observed Kit Cameron. "Think of it! Christmas and a bridal trip and the Sunny South,--all at once."
"It is a large order," laughed Patty. "But Mona likes a lot of things at once. That girl has no sense of moderation. When are they coming home, Elise?"
"Don"t know. No signs of it yet. Come on, people, now we"re going to have the tree!"
The orchestra played a march, and the crowd trooped into the great hall known as the Casino. There awaited them a resplendent Christmas tree, glittering with frosted decorations and glowing with electric lights.
Van Reypen had quietly taken possession of Patty as a partner, and he guided her to a pleasant seat where she could see all the entertainment. For great doings had been arranged to please the guests, and a short program was carried out.
Waits sang old English carols, mummers cut up queer antics, servitors brought in the Boar"s Head and Wa.s.sail Bowl, and finally it was announced that all present would partic.i.p.ate in the old-fashioned dance of Sir Roger de Coverley.
Patty enjoyed it all. She loved to see this sort of thing when it was well done, and in this instance every detail was faultless. Van Reypen quite shared her enthusiasm, and was vigorously clapping his hands over some jest of a mummer, when Big Bill Farnsworth came up to Patty, made a low bow, his hand on his breast, and whisked her off to the dance before she fairly realised what had happened.
"Why--I can"t!" she exclaimed, as she found herself standing opposite her smiling partner. "I"m--I"m engaged to Philip!"
"I know you are," returned Farnsworth, gravely, "but you can give me one dance."
Patty blushed, furiously. "Oh, I didn"t mean engaged _that_ way," she said, "I meant engaged for this dance."
"No," corrected Farnsworth, still smiling, "you did mean you are engaged to him _that_ way, but _not_ for this dance."
"Well, he hadn"t actually asked me," said Patty, doubtfully, "but I know he took it for granted----"
"It isn"t wise to take too much for granted--there! see, he has just discovered your absence."
Sure enough, Van Reypen, who had been engrossed with the mummer"s chaff, turned back to where Patty had sat, and his look of amazement at her absence was funny to see.
Glancing about, he saw her standing in line, opposite Farnsworth. At first, he looked wrathful, then accepting his position with a good grace, he smiled at them both.
"Little deserter!" he said to her, as he sauntered past her, in search of another partner.
"Deserter, yourself!" she returned. "You completely forgot my existence!"
"I didn"t, but I am duly punished for seeming to do so. But I claim you for a supper partner, so make a memorandum of that!"
Patty smiled an a.s.sent, and the dance began.
"Don"t you like this better than that smoky, incense-smelly atmosphere of the Studio?" Farnsworth said to Patty, as they walked through the stately figures of the dance.
"This is a home of wealth and grandeur," said Patty, "but wealth and grandeur are not the most desirable things in the world."
"What are?"
"Brains and----"
"Yes, brains and breeding. But your high-browed, lowbred----"
"Billee, I"ve stood a lot from you tonight; now, I refuse to stand any more. You will please stop saying things that you know offend me."
"Forgive me, Patty, I forgot myself."
"Then it"s forgive and forget between us. I"ll do the forgiving because you did the forgetting. But I"ve forgiven you all I"m going to. So don"t make any more necessary."
"I"ll try not to," and then the subject of the earlier evening was not mentioned again.
The dance concluded, Farnsworth stood for a moment, still holding Patty"s hand after their last sweeping curtsey, and he said, "Will you be my supper partner, too? Please do."
"I can"t," and Patty laughed up at him. "I"m really engaged to Phil."
"Oh, are you, Patty?" cried Daisy, who was just pa.s.sing, with Kit Cameron. "I said you"d announce it tonight! What fun! But why are you telling Big Bill all by himself first? You ought to tell all the crowd at once. I"ll do it for you. Come on, Kit, let"s spread the news! We"ve Patty"s own word for it."
The two ran off, laughing, and Patty looked a bit dismayed. "Kit"s such a scamp," she said, ruefully, "he"ll tell that all over the room----"
"Isn"t it true?"
"Would you care if it were?"
"I care for anything that concerns you or your happiness."
"Or any one else or any one else"s happiness! Oh, I know you, Bill Farnsworth, you want everybody to be happy."
"Of course I do!" and the big man laughed, heartily. "Is that a crime?
But most of all I care to have one little foolish, petulant Blossom-girl happy."
"Well, then, why don"t you make her so? Why aren"t you kind and nice to her, instead of being horrid about her friends and her dancing, and acting like a great Lord of something-or-other, frowning on her innocent amus.e.m.e.nts!"
"Oh, Patty, what an arraignment! But never mind that. May I take you to the supper room?"