It took a good deal to make good-natured Patty angry, but when her temper was roused, it meant a tempest.

Also, she was worn out mentally and physically and, more than all, she resented Philip's assumption of authority.
Her blue eyes flashed, and a spot of pink came into each cheek, as she replied: "It is not of the slightest interest to me whether you are ashamed of me or not! You are in no way responsible for my actions and you have no right to reprove or criticise me.

I may have broken the conventions of hospitality, but that is between me and Mrs.Farrington.
Your opinion of me means nothing to me whatever! Good night, Roger." Patty held out her hand to Roger, who took it for a moment, with a smiling good night, and then, with the air of an offended queen, Patty swept upstairs and entered her own room.
There she found Mona and Elise, one asleep on the couch, the other rubbing her eyes as she sat up in a big easy-chair.
"Goodness, Patty!" said Mona, looking at the clock, "what _have_ you been up to ?" Elise blinked and shook herself awake.

"We had to wait up to see you," she said, "so we waited here." "I see you did," returned Patty, lightly.

"And now your wait is over, and you've seen me, shall us say good night ?" "Not much we won't!" declared Elise, now broad awake.