Franklyn-Haldene that she should stoop to so base a
means of attack? An anonymous letter! War raged in Patty's heart; but
there was something warmer and clearer coursing through her
veins--hope!
She went on. Not a particle of her courage deserted her as she mounted
the steps and pushed the bell. When Patty was genuinely roused in
anger she was afraid of little or nothing, animate or inanimate. A
maid answered the bell. As she recognized the caller she swung back
the door and nodded.
"Is Mrs. Haldene at home?" Patty inquired.
"Yes, Miss Patty."
The maid led Patty into the library, where Mrs. Franklyn-Haldene was
busily engaged in making up an invitation list.
"Why, Patty, I am glad to see you," she cried, dropping her pen and
rising. But her curiosity rose at the same time. Patty here?
"You left your shopping-bag when you called yesterday," said Patty,
ominously calm. "I have brought it to you."
"It was very careless of me to forget it."
"Yes, it was," Patty assented, her heart beginning to throb violently.
"Thank you. And I have been looking for it high and low.
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