"You may go, Tessie.

I'll look after Miss Fairfield." Tessie went away, and the two friends sat down for a chat.
"First of all, Adele," Patty said, "I don't want any one to know where I am.

I want a few days of absolute freedom from interruption,--I've some things to think out." "H'm," said Adele.

"Who is he ?" Patty turned pink.

"Nobody," she returned; "or, if it's anybody, it's Phil Van Reypen; he wants me to marry him, and I don't know whether to or not." Adele looked at Patty's transparent face, and knew she was not telling the whole truth.