"Father doesn"t know this," said Mona. "You see, he left this morning for New York. His steamer sails this afternoon. Of course, he was sure Aunt Adelaide would come to-day. What shall we do, Patty?"
"Well, of course it"s too bad. But I"m not afraid to stay alone one night without your aunt. You"ve so many servants, I"m sure there"s no danger of fire or burglars."
"Oh, it isn"t that, Patty! I"m not afraid of such things. But, you see, we"ve no chaperon,--just us two girls there alone,--it isn"t proper."
"Well," Patty laughed, "we can"t help it. And if we have no callers, and go to bed early, no one will be the wiser, and surely, your aunt will come to-morrow."
"Oh, I hope she will! I"ll telegraph her she MUST! But,--Patty,--you see--well, I shall have to tell you!"
"Tell me what?"
"Why, just this: I have invited a little party to welcome you this evening. Not many,--just about a dozen of the boys and girls. And how can we receive them without Aunt Adelaide there?"
"For mercy"s sake, Mona! Why didn"t you tell me this before?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise,--to welcome you to "Red Chimneys.""
"Yes, I know. Well, what CAN we do? We must do something! Shall I telephone to Mrs. Sayre to come and chaperon us?"
"She can"t come. She has a house party coming to-day. The Sayre girls are coming to us to-night, but Mrs. Sayre has some older guests, and she couldn"t come."
"Well, let"s ask Mrs. Dennison. No, she"s away, I know. How about Mrs.
Lockwood?"
"She"s ill; Lena told me so this morning. Oh, Patty, shall I have to send them all word not to come?"
"Looks that way to me. And I"m sorry to do that, too. How many are asked, Mona?"
"About twelve, counting you and me. I thought it would be such a nice welcome for you."
"And so it would! You"re a dear to think of it. I suppose your things are all ordered?"
"Yes; a caterer will bring the supper. I don"t know what it will be,--cook looked after it."
"Cook! Cook! Mona--I have an idea! No, I haven"t, either! It"s too crazy! Oh, DO you suppose we could? LET"S!"
"Patty, are YOU crazy? What ARE you talking about? And it"s almost five o"clock. I suppose I must telephone them not to come! Well, I"ll go home and do it, and you come on over as soon as you"re ready. We"ll spend the evening alone in my boudoir, and we"ll amuse ourselves somehow."
"Wait a minute, Mona. Let me think. Yes, I do believe I"ll do it! Mona, suppose I provide a chaperon. Will it be all right to have the party then?"
"Why, yes, if it"s a proper kind of a lady,--of course it will."
Patty"s eyes twinkled. "I don"t know whether you"ll think her a proper lady or not," she said, "but I do."
She rang a nearby bell, and when Jane answered, she asked her to send Susan, the cook, in.
Susan came, and stood respectfully awaiting Patty"s orders.
"Susan," Patty began, "you"re married, aren"t you?"
"Yes, Miss Patty; me name is Hastings. Me husband is dead this four years, rist his sowl."
"Well, Susan, I want you to do something for me, and you may think it"s very queer, but you"ll do it, won"t you?"
"Nothin"s quare, Miss Patty, if you bid me do it. What is it, ma"am?"
Mona began to look a little scared, but Patty seemed now quite sure of her own mind, and she began, in a kind but firm voice:
"Susan, Miss Mona and I expected to have a party at her house to-night, but her aunt, who was to chaperon us, hasn"t arrived. So I want you, Susan, to let me fix you up, and dress you in a proper gown, and then I want you to act as a lady who is visiting at "Red Chimneys." Can you do this?"
It was funny to see the varying expressions on Susan"s face. Wonder, amus.e.m.e.nt, and docility followed each other in quick succession, and then she said:
"Is it a masqueradin", belike, you want, Miss Patty?"
"Yes; just that, Susan. Could you do it?"
"Av coorse I cud do it, if you be wantin" me to; but wud I look good enough, Miss?"
"You"d look all right, after I dressed you; but, Susan, could you talk with less,--less accent?"
"Me brogue, is it, Miss? Faith, an" I fear I can"t be after conquerin"
that! It"s born in me."
"Patty," said Mona, "I think your scheme is crazy,--perfectly CRAZY!
But--if you really mean it, I"ll tell you that I HAVE an Irish aunt,--at least, sort of Scotch-Irish,--and if we pa.s.s Susan off for her, the--the ACCENT won"t matter."
"Just the thing!" cried Patty, gleefully. "I see my way clear now! It IS a crazy plan, Mona, I admit that,--but do you know of any better?"
"No; but, Patty, think a minute. Of course, the truth will leak out, and what will people say?"
"No, it won"t leak out,--and, if it did, what harm? Susan is a nice, respectable woman, and as a member of my family is capable of chaperoning me in her own personality. But I choose this other game because it"s more fun. I shall dress her up in,--in,--Susan, you couldn"t wear a gown of Mrs. Fairfield"s, could you?"
"The saints presarve us, Miss Patty, it wuddent go halfway round me!"
"No; so it wouldn"t. Well, I"ll find something. Oh, there"s a gown in the attic that Mrs. Allen left here--she"s Nan"s mother, Mona,--that will be just right. It"s grey satin and silver lace. Oh, Susan, you"ll look GREAT!"
Mona still seemed a trifle unconvinced.
"Patty," she said, "you know I usually think what you do is all right,--but this,--well, this seems so very crazy."
"Mona, my child," said Patty, serenely, "I warned you that our ways might clash, and you said I might do exactly as I chose while at "Red Chimneys.""
"So I did, Patty,--and so I do. I"ll go home now, and leave the rest of this performance to you. Come over soon, won"t you?"
"Yes," said Patty, "I"ll be there for dinner. Good-bye, Mona."
After Mona had gone, Patty turned to Susan.