Come on, people, now we're going to have the tree!" The orchestra played a march, and the crowd trooped into the great hall known as the Casino.

There awaited them a resplendent Christmas tree, glittering with frosted decorations and glowing with electric lights.
Van Reypen had quietly taken possession of Patty as a partner, and he guided her to a pleasant seat where she could see all the entertainment.

For great doings had been arranged to please the guests, and a short program was carried out.
Waits sang old English carols, mummers cut up queer antics, servitors brought in the Boar's Head and Wassail Bowl, and finally it was announced that all present would participate in the old-fashioned dance of Sir Roger de Coverley.
Patty enjoyed it all.

She loved to see this sort of thing when it was well done, and in this instance every detail was faultless.

Van Reypen quite shared her enthusiasm, and was vigorously clapping his hands over some jest of a mummer, when Big Bill Farnsworth came up to Patty, made a low bow, his hand on his breast, and whisked her off to the dance before she fairly realised what had happened.
"Why--I can't!" she exclaimed, as she found herself standing opposite her smiling partner.