So she shook off her petulance and her anger, and when she entered the Farringtons' drawing-room, no smile that greeted her was brighter than her own in response.
"Why, Pattibelle," cried Chick Channing, "welcome home! I feared we had lost you to the high-geared Highbrows.

Merry Christmas and many of 'em! Come sit by my side, little darling----" "No, come sit by us," insisted Elise, from the other side of the room.
"You're a dear, to come so early, Patty.

How did it happen ?" "Oh, I just _couldn't_ stay there any longer," said Patty, very truthfully.

"Am I in time for the Christmas tree ?" "Indeed you are," returned Elise; "also for the feast and the dancing and the Mistletoe Bough." "Good!" and Patty joined the laughing group, of which she immediately became the centre.

Her red velvet gown, though unusual, was not so eccentric as to appear peculiar in this setting, and the girls began to express admiration.
Nor were the men unappreciative.
"A real Yuletide frock, Patty," said Phil Van Reypen, approvingly.
"Didn't know you could wear that colour." "I couldn't," laughed Patty, "in daylight.