"Dear little Patricia," she said, affectionately. "It is all right.
It seems unaccustomed, I know, but you are ours now, and your friends must get used to it."
It was only a few blocks to walk over to Pine Laurel, and Patty started off with Sam Blaney.
"You"re anxious, Miss Fairfield," he said, kindly, "and I"m sorry. Can I help at all? I a.s.sure you I had no thought of your staying with us longer than you wished. Shall I go in and explain to your friends?"
"No, thank you, Mr. Blaney," Patty said, after an instant"s thought.
"I think, if you please, I would rather you would not come in. If I am "scolded," I"d rather stand it alone."
There were lights in the Farrington house when they arrived. At sound of their steps on the veranda, the door opened, and Roger appeared.
"That you, Patty?" he said, pleasantly; "h.e.l.lo, Blaney, will you come in?"
"No, thanks; just brought Miss Fairfield home. She seemed to enjoy her evening."
"That"s good," returned Roger. "Good night, then, if you won"t come in."
Roger closed the door, and with his hand still on the k.n.o.b, whispered to Patty: "You"re going to catch it from Phil! But I"ll stand by you."
Patty"s eyes flashed. She resented the idea of Van Reypen"s authority, and she was tired and bothered. But Roger"s kindly att.i.tude comforted her, and she smiled at him.
"Good night, Roger," she said, aloud. "Thank you for waiting up for me. I"m tired, and I"ll go straight to my room. The girls have gone up, I suppose."
"Wait a moment, Patty," and Van Reypen appeared in the doorway from the sun-parlour, where the two men had been sitting, "wait a moment, I want to speak to you."
"Not tonight, Phil, please. I"m very tired."
"You ought to be tired! Staying till all hours with that bunch of trash! I"m ashamed of you!"
Patty was thoroughly angry. It took a good deal to make good-natured Patty angry, but when her temper was roused, it meant a tempest. Also, she was worn out mentally and physically and, more than all, she resented Philip"s a.s.sumption of authority.
Her blue eyes flashed, and a spot of pink came into each cheek, as she replied: "It is not of the slightest interest to me whether you are ashamed of me or not! You are in no way responsible for my actions and you have no right to reprove or criticise me. I may have broken the conventions of hospitality, but that is between me and Mrs. Farrington.
Your opinion of me means nothing to me whatever! Good night, Roger."
Patty held out her hand to Roger, who took it for a moment, with a smiling good night, and then, with the air of an offended queen, Patty swept upstairs and entered her own room.
There she found Mona and Elise, one asleep on the couch, the other rubbing her eyes as she sat up in a big easy-chair.
"Goodness, Patty!" said Mona, looking at the clock, "what _have_ you been up to?"
Elise blinked and shook herself awake. "We had to wait up to see you,"
she said, "so we waited here."
"I see you did," returned Patty, lightly. "And now your wait is over, and you"ve seen me, shall us say good night?"
"Not much we won"t!" declared Elise, now broad awake. "Tell us everything about it! What did you do there all this time? What did Phil say? Who brought you home? Do you like that crowd? How can you?
They bore me to death! Oh, Patty, you"re going to cry!"
"I am," declared Patty, and the tears gathered thickly in her eyes.
"I"m all in, and I"m down and out, and I"m mad as hops, and I"m tired, and I _am_ going to cry. Now, if you"ve any sense of common humanity, you"ll know enough to go away and let me alone!"
"Can I help?" asked Mona, looking commiseratingly at Patty.
"No," and Patty smiled through the fast-flooding tears. "I never need help to cry!"
"Come on, then," and Mona took Elise by the arm and led her away, as they heard Patty"s door locked behind them.
Now, most girls would have thrown themselves down on the pillows to have their cry out, but Patty was too methodical for that. "I can"t cry comfortably in this rig," she said to herself, beginning to take off the chiffon gown.
And it was with tears still unshed that she finally sat at her dressing-table plaiting her hair for the night.
"And after all," she remarked to her reflection in the mirror, "I only want to cry "cause I"m tired and worn out and--yes, and mad! I"m mad at Philip, and I"m going to stay mad! He has no right to talk to me like a Dutch uncle! My own father never spoke to me like that! The idea! I just simply, plain won"t stand it, and that"s all there is about that!"
And so, after Patty was snugly in bed, cuddled beneath the comforting down coverlet, she let herself go, and cried to her heart"s content; great, soul-satisfying sobs that quieted her throbbing pulses and exhausted her strained nerves, until she fell asleep from sheer weariness.
And next morning she awoke, smiling. Everything looked bright and cheery. The sun shone in at her windows, and as she felt somebody pinching her toes through the blankets, she opened her eyes to see Mona sitting on the edge of the bed and Elise just coming in at the door.
Mrs. Farrington followed, and Patty sat up in bed with a smiling welcome for all.
"h.e.l.lo, you dear things!" she cried. "You first, Mrs. Farrington. I want to "fess up to you. I was baddy girl last night, and I stayed at the party much later than I meant to, or than I knew, until I suddenly realised the time. Am I forguv? Oh, do say yes, and _don"t_ scold me!"
Pretty Patty possessed herself of the lady"s hand and looked so penitent and so wheedlesome that Mrs. Farrington was disarmed.
"Why, of course, dear; it was not really wrong, but young girls ought to be home by midnight at latest, I think,--and too, ought to come home with their own people."
"I know it, Mrs. Farrington, I do know it. I have been brought up right--honest, I have. But it was a special occasion, you see, and, too, my own people ran off and left me."
"Oh, now, Patty," began Elise, "Sam said you sent word for us to do so."
"Well, I didn"t exactly do that, but I did want to stay longer. Oh, Mrs. Farrington, you"ve no idea how interesting those psychic souls are----"
"What!"
"Yes, they"re psychic, you know----"
"And what are psychics,--clearly, now, Patty, what _are_ psychics?"
"Why, they"re----they"re----"
"Yes, go on."
"Well, they"re--why, they"re _psychics_! That"s what they are."
"Patty, you"re an irresistible little goose!" and Mrs. Farrington bent down to kiss the pretty, flushed face, and then laughingly declared she had no more time to waste on psychics, and trailed away.
"Now, tell us all about it, Patsy," said Elise. "I shan"t let you get up till you do."
"There"s not much to tell, Elise; but I liked to learn about the things they were talking about and so I stayed later than I should have. But since your mother is so lovely about it, I don"t care what any one else says."
"Oh, pshaw,--your staying late,--that was nothing. But what did they do over there so interesting? I can"t see any sense in their talk."