But anyway, he wouldn't stand for the Blaney crowd, I'm sure of that." "All right, ask Chick.

As you say, he'll chum with anybody.

He's a splendid dinner guest." Channing accepted the invitation with pleasure, and the party was made up.
"I don't want anything eccentric or foolish," Patty said to Nan, regarding the appointments, "but I do want it aesthetic and artistic." "You can arrange it as you like, dear," Nan said, kindly, and Patty did.
The dining-room was dimly lighted, and the table decoration consisted of an enormous bronze placque, which Patty took down from the hall wall.

This held a small amount of water, and on it floated three pansies.

The table candles wore deep purple shades, and Nan privately thought the whole effect dull and gloomy enough, but she said no word of criticism.
Patty appeared, in a flowing, robe-like costume of pale violet chiffon, and wore pansies in her hair over each ear.
"Well!" exclaimed her father, as he saw her, "I thought you could wear any colour, but take my advice, Kiddie, and never brave lavender again! It makes you look old and sallow." "Nothing of the sort!" denied Patty.