sitting before a mirror, making up her face. "Nobody could find
you anywhere!"

"Here I am, all right," said Patty, blithely. "Where's Ray Rose?"

"In the next room. Where's your costume? Ray came over and got it
from the house."

"Oh, she did, did she? All right."

Patty went into the next room, where several girls sat in their stage
costumes, and all with warm wraps around them. Ray Rose was completely
enveloped in a long cloak that covered her from neck to feet.

"Hello, Ray," said Patty, pleasantly; "I'll take my costume now, as I
want to get dressed in it."

If ever there was a surprised looking girl it was Ray at that moment.
She stared at Patty as at an apparition.

"Where--where did you come from?" she stammered.

"Oh, I ran over from your house. Your room is lovely, Ray, but I got
awfully tired of it. Now, you get yourself out of my skirts, and hand
them over to me. But first, you go and telephone to your household to
let Sarah, the Farringtons' maid, out of your room, where she may yet
be locked in, for all I know."

Ray looked bewildered, and Patty, whose eyes were shining with
righteous indignation, took her by the arm, and marched her to the
telephone. Patty herself called up the Rose house, and then, thrusting
the receiver into Ray's hand, said, "Give your order, and be quick
about it."

"Let the girl out of my room," said Ray, through the transmitter. "It
isn't Miss Fairfield in there now, it's one of the Farrington maids.
Let her go home."

Patty took the receiver from Ray and hung it up, and then marched her
to the dressing-room, and divested her of her long cloak.

"Why, Ray Rose!" cried Elise, "if you haven't got Patty's dress on,
yourself! What are you up to?"

"Never mind, Elise," said Patty, "help us change, there isn't much
time. Ray made a mistake."

Without a word, Ray took off Patty's voluminous tulle skirts in which
she was arrayed, and handed them over to their rightful owner. As fast
as she received them, Patty put them on, and in ten minutes, was
herself clothed in her rightful property.

Meantime Ray had no costume to wear.

"Where's your Pierrette rig?" asked Patty.

"Over home," said Ray, disconsolately.

"Go and telephone for them to send it over, if you want it," said
Patty. "Put on your long cloak, and telephone."

Ray looked at her dubiously for a moment, and then said, "No, I won't.
I'll go home and stay home,--that's what I'll do!"

"Go ah