edith and her brother Tom just coming in," said Mabel.
"I hope they'll come over here; you'll like them, I know."
The Merediths did come over, and were promptly introduced to Patty.
"Do you know," said Tom Meredith, as he shook hands in cordial, boyish
fashion, "you're the first American girl I've ever met."
"Am I, really?" laughed Patty. "Now don't ask me if we always wear our
diamonds to market, for truly the American women who go to market rarely
have any diamonds."
"I never believed that diamond story, anyway," responded Tom, gravely,
"but I'm glad to have you tell me it isn't true. I'm perfectly
unprejudiced about America, though. I'm ready to believe it's the best
country in the world, outside of our own little island."
"Good for you!" cried Patty. "Then I'm ready to acknowledge that I like
England next best to America."
"Have you been here long?" asked Grace.
"No, only about two weeks, but I love London better every day, and I know
I shall love the English country. Just the glimpse I caught coming in the
train from Dover was delightful."
"You should see the Hartleys' country place," declared Tom, with
enthusiasm. "It's a ripping old house, two hundred years old, and all
that. And such parks and orchards! Well!"
"I hope you will come to see it, Patty," said Mabel, a little wistfully,
and Patty wondered why the girl's tone had in it a note of sadness.
But just then, as the music was over, Mrs. Hastings asked them to go to
the tea-room, and the group of young people followed in her wake.
"You girls sit here," said Tom, selecting a jolly-looking alcove, with
window-seats and red cushions, "while I stalk some food."
He was back in a few moments, followed by a waiter, who brought a tray of
teacups and plates of sweet cakes.
Tom, himself, bore triumphantly a covered silver dish.
"Muffins!" he announced, in a jubilant voice. "Hot, buttered muffins!
Crickets, what luck!"
The hot muffins, buttered and quartered, were indeed delicious, and
England and America seemed at one in showing an appreciative appetite for
them.
"We don't have these in America," said Patty, surveying her bit of muffin
with admiration. "We have good sandwiches, though."
"We almost never have sandwiches," said Grace.
"You don't need to," said Patty, quickly. "Your wonderful bread and
butter is too good to be spoiled with a sandwich filling of any sort."
"'Most all things are good eating at an afternoon tea," obse
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