It was of ivory and bore a bold monogram, as did the rest of Ray's toilet appointments, but Patty took it unhesitatingly, as she had reached the limit of her patience and consideration.
She tied the note firmly to the brush, and leaning far out of the window, waited for a promising passer-by.

At last, a young man came along, and Patty deftly threw the brush so that it landed at his very feet.

Practice at basketball and other such sports had made her accurate of aim and as the astonished man saw the brush, he naturally picked it up.
Patty watched him take off the note and read it, by the light of the street electric, and after a swift gaze at the house, he started off at a brisk pace.
"H'm," said Patty to herself, "not so worse, Miss Fairfield, not so worse! The axe is laid at the root of the tree!" Glancing at the clock, she sat down to wait.

It was twenty minutes to eight, but her heart beat high with hope.

If she could outwit Ray Rose it would be great fun, and she would "pay back" the mischievous girl in her own coin.
At ten minutes to eight, the door of the room opened a little way.