h as she wanted his gifts for the Sale, she didn't
want to feel that it placed her under special obligations to him.

Just then the doorbell sounded, and in a moment Daisy Dow and Bill
Farnsworth appeared. They were in gay spirits, having been to see a
new comic opera, which proved such a bore that they left before it was
over.

"Such rubbish!" Daisy exclaimed. "Old jokes, old music, old dances.
So I proposed we leave it to its fate and run up here. Glad to see us,
Patty?"

"Yes, indeed! Just listen while I tell you of all the things I've
wheedled out of Philip for our Sale."

"Gorgeous!" cried Daisy, after hearing the list. "Haven't you some for
my room, Mr. Van Reypen?"

"I'm sure I have. You can use anything sporty?"

"Anything."

"Then I'll give you a first-class tennis set. I'll order it sent up
from Ball and Bat's, or you can pick it out there yourself."

Daisy noticed that Van Reypen did not give her any of his aunt's
heirlooms, but she gratefully accepted the offered gift.

"What shall I give you, Patty?" asked Bill. "What's your specialty?"

"Negligees and boudoir caps," said Patty, demurely; "have you any?"

"Something just as good. Want some Indian moccasins and Navajo
blankets----"

"Now, Bill," said Daisy, "you promised me the Navajo, for a motor robe."

"All right. I'll give each good little girl one. Then Patty, how'd
you like some real Hopi baskets?"

"Beautiful! You boys are awfully good to us. We'll have a wonderful
sale."

"If only people come to buy," demurred Daisy.

"Oh, they'll come fast enough. We'll make oceans of money! I'm just
beginning to get into the notion of the thing."

"Will those queer friends of yours be here?"

"What queer friends?"

"Those soully ones. I've never seen them, but I've heard a lot about
them."

"From Chick Channing, I suppose," said Patty, coolly. "How that boy
does love to exaggerate. I don't know, Daisy, whether they'll be here
or not. If they are, use your wiles to sell them a lot of things out
of your room, won't you?"

"Yes, I will, for I don't believe they'll care for your lace caps and
pillows."

CHAPTER XVIII

THE HOUSE SALE

The House Sale was in full swing. It had been well advertised, and the
object was a popular one, and throngs of willing buyers crowded the
Fairfield house.

The family belongings had, many of them, been carried to the upper
floors, and the first and second stories given over to t