ut seeming to do so, Adele tactfully gave her
guest an opportunity to depart, by saying that Jim had to go for a long
trip in the motor.

But Farnsworth said, "Good! I'll go along. Unless I'm in the way, old
chap?"

"Not at all," returned Kenerley, cordially, and that matter was settled.

The two men left about eleven, and Adele went to Patty's room.

"I'm all over my tired-outness," declared a very fresh-looking, rosy
young person. "I've had my tub, and now I'm going to dress up and
behave like a good citizen. You're a duck, Adele, to put up with a
worn-out wreck, as I was yesterday, but now I'm myself again. I want
to go for a motor ride, and for a walk, and eat a big luncheon, and
come back to life, generally."

"Good for you! And have you settled all the troublesome affairs that
were bothering you?"

"How did you know I had any?"

"Now, don't confide in me unless you want to." Wily Adele knew the
touch of perversity in Patty's make-up.

"Oh, there's nothing much to confide. I got fearfully mad at Bill
Farnsworth, and I ran up here to get away from him. That's the story
of my life."

"What was the bone of contention?"

"Well, I suppose I was. Also, he was very rude and unmannerly.
Also,--and this is why I hate him so,--he's suddenly grown rich, Adele,
and he's terribly ostentatious about it----"

"Bill Farnsworth ostentatious! I don't believe it!"

"Yes, he is. He showed off big rolls of money at the Sale----"

"But, Patty, he was buying things, wasn't he?"

"I don't care if he was. And, besides, Adele, he--well, he implied, if
he didn't say it straight out, that now he was rich, maybe I'd marry
him! As if I was a fortune-hunter!"

"Oh, Patty, you little goose! Bill has always been poor, or at least,
he had only a moderate income. I can see how he would be glad if he
had good fortune, to offer it to you. Poor Bill! You mistook his
meaning, I'm sure."

"No, I didn't, and I hate him, and I never want to hear his name
mentioned again!"

"Nor see him?"

"Mercy, no! And now, drop the subject. I tell you I came up here to
get away from him! He's in love with Daisy Dow, anyway."

"What makes you think so?"

"Oh, he's always with her. And he gave her some lovely books that he
had bought on purpose for me! And, Daisy says things all the time that
prove it. I don't want anything to do with another girl's rustic
swain. That I don't!"

"Just a minute, Patty. Do you really co