"What"s up?" enquired Roger, as he obediently followed Patty"s whispered order to "come along and behave yourself."
"Nothing," returned Patty, airily; "I have to have my own way, that"s all; and as my old friend and comrade, you have to help me to get it."
"Always ready," declared Roger, promptly, "but seems to me, Pitty-Pat, the colossal cowboy is already a Willing w.i.l.l.y to your caprices."
"Don"t be silly, Roger. He"s so unused to our sort of society that he"s willing to bow down at the shrine of any pretty girl."
"Oh, Patsy-Pat! Do you consider YOURSELF a pretty girl? How CAN you think so? Your nose turns up, and I think you"re a little cross-eyed--"
"Oh, Roger, I am not!"
"Well, perhaps I"m mistaken about that; but you"ve a freckle on your left cheek, and a curl on your right temple is out of place."
"It isn"t! I fixed it there on purpose! It"s supposed to look coquettish."
"Very untidy!" and Roger glared in pretended disapproval at the curl that had purposely been allowed to escape from the apple-blossom wreath.
Patty liked Roger"s fooling, for they were old chums and thoroughly good friends, and it was one of his customary jokes to pretend that he was trying to correct her tendency to personal vanity.
Beside the house party, there were several other guests, mostly Spring Beach cottagers, and the dinner was a gay one. Jack Pennington sat at Patty"s other side, and Farnsworth and Daisy Dow were far away, near the head of the table.
"Dashing girl, Miss Dow," said Jack, as he looked at the vivacious Daisy, who was entertaining those near her with picturesque stories of Western life.
"Yes, indeed," said Patty; "and very clever and capable."
"Now, isn"t it funny! Just from the way you say that, I know you don"t like her."
Patty was dismayed. If she didn"t altogether like Daisy, she had no wish to have other people aware of the fact.
"Oh, Jack, don"t be mean. I DO like her."
"No, you don"t; at least, not very much. She isn"t your style."
"Well, then, if you think that, don"t say it. I MUST like Mona"s guests."
"Yes, of course. Forgive a poor, blundering idiot! And don"t worry, Patty, no one shall ever know from me that you and the Dashing Daisy aren"t boon companions."
"You"re so nice and understanding, Jacky boy, and I"m much obliged. Do you remember the night you discovered who our chaperon was, and you helped me out so beautifully?"
"Always glad to help the ladies. What are we doing to-night, after this feast of fat things is over?"
"Nothing especial; dance a little, I suppose, sit around on the veranda, sing choruses, and that sort of thing."
"There"s a glorious full moon. Couldn"t we escape for a little spin?
Just a very short one, in my runabout?"
"Yes, I"d love to. Or we could take my runabout."
"Or Mona"s for that matter. I don"t care what car we take, but I do love a short, quick drive, and then come back for the dance."
"All right, I"ll go. Mona won"t mind, if I don"t stay long."
"Oh, only just around a block or two. Just to clear the effect of these flowers and candles from our brain."
"Isn"t your brain a little weak, if it can"t stand flowers and candles?" asked Patty, laughing.
"Perhaps it is, and perhaps that"s only an excuse to get away. Hooray!
Mona"s rising now; let"s make a mad dash."
"No; that isn"t the way. Let"s slide out quietly and inconspicuously, through this side door."
Adopting this idea, Jack and Patty went out on a side veranda, and stepped across the terrace to the garden paths. The moonlight turned the picturesque flower-beds to fairy fields, and Patty paused on one of the terrace landings.
"I don"t know as I want to go motoring, Jack," she said, perching herself on the marble bal.u.s.trade; "it"s so lovely here."
"Just as you like, girlie. Ha! methinks I hear vocal speech! Some one approacheth!"
Farnsworth and Daisy Dow came strolling along the terrace, and Daisy took a seat beside Patty, while the two men stood in front of them.
"Won"t you girls catch cold?" said Farnsworth, in his matter-of-fact way.
"These be not mortal maidens," said Jack, who was in whimsical mood.
"These be two G.o.ddesses from Olympian heights, who have deigned to visit us for a brief hour."
"And unless you"re very good to us," observed Patty, "we"ll spread our wings and fly away."
"Let"s do something," said Daisy, restlessly; "it"s poky, just sitting here, doing nothing. I"d like to go in the ocean. It must be lovely to bounce around in the surf by moonlight."
"You"d bounce into bed with pneumonia," said Patty. "But Jack and I were talking of motoring. Suppose we take two runabouts and go for a short spin."
All agreed, and the quartette went to the garage for the cars.
The head chauffeur, who was not of an over kindly disposition, informed them that Miss Galbraith"s runabout was out of commission for the moment, though Miss Fairfield"s was in good shape.
"I"ll get mine," proposed Jack, but Bill Farnsworth said, "No, I don"t understand an electric awfully well. Let"s take this car. I can run this O.K., and it will hold the four of us."
"All right," said Jack; "we"re only going a few blocks up the beach.
Hop in, Patty."
Farnsworth and Daisy sat in front, and Patty and Jack behind, and they started off at a brisk speed. The girls declined to go back to the house for wraps, as it was a warm evening, and the ride would be short.
But when Farnsworth found himself with the wheel in his hand and a long stretch of hard, white road ahead of him, he forgot all else in the glory of the opportunity, and he let the car go at an astonishing speed.
"Isn"t this fun!" cried Patty, but the words were fairly blown away from her lips as they dashed along.
"This is the way we Westerners ride!" exclaimed Daisy, as she sat upright beside Bill, her hair streaming back from her forehead, the light scarf she wore round her neck flapping back into Patty"s face.
"It"s grand!" gasped Jack. "But I hope Big Bill knows what he"s about."