Either, she would have to think up some clever plan, and that quickly, or spend the entire evening there in solitude.

Her quick mind took in these alternatives, and she thought that if no idea presented itself soon, she would succumb to the inevitable, and quietly settle down for the evening.

There were pleasant-looking books about, soft couches and pillows, convenient reading-lamps, and even a box of chocolates on a table.

Matters might be worse, thought philosophical Patty.

But she hated to give up,--to acknowledge herself beaten.
Once again she opened a window, and looked out.