"Did you ever see such colouring as that girl has!" murmured Daisy Dow to Farnsworth. "I never saw such truly gold hair, or such _blue_ blue eyes, or such a wonderful complexion." Daisy spoke whole-heartedly and generously, for she loved Patty, and she thought her the prettiest girl she knew. "She is pretty," agreed Farnsworth. "Tell me about her,--about all the crowd. I've been away a month and lots can happen in that time. Is Patty engaged to Van Reypen?" "It isn't announced," said Daisy, "but I think she really is. I shouldn't be surprised if they announce it tonight, after Mona goes away." "Fine chap, Van Reypen. How about the others? Kit and Elise?" "Yes, I think so. Though that isn't announced either. Goodness, Bill, suppose they all get engaged and married and leave me to be the only old maid in our set!" "No fear of that, Daisy. Unless you prefer it so,--and I hope you won't." "You hope that! Why, Bill, if I thought you hoped it----" Just then a commotion arose as Mona left the table. "Ready, girls," she cried out. "I'm going to toss my bouquet. Hold out your hands, all of you." Obediently, her bridesmaids stood in a row, with their hands held out. There was no question of catching the flowers, for Mona after deliberately looking over the lot, tossed it into Patty's hands. "For you," she said, and, laughing, ran away. "Greatness thrust upon me!" Patty laughed, looking at the great bunch of white orchids and valley lilies, with its fluttering tendrils and ends of ribbon. "Must I really live up to this favour? Must I really be a bride myself before the year is up? Of course, if it is obligatory----" She looked up, half shy, and caught Van Reypen's gaze upon her. She turned toward Farnsworth, but he was looking another way. Plucking one stem of lilies of the valley from the bunch she tossed it to Phil, who caught it, kissed it, and put it in his buttonhole. Farnsworth looked round just in time to see the act, and smiled at her. "Didn't mean anything," said Patty, perversely, and then, pulling out half a dozen more sprays, she threw them indiscriminately around, to Cameron, and several of the other ushers who were grouped about. Farnsworth made a slight effort to catch one, but he didn't really try, and the flower fell to the floor just beyond his reach. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, but made no move to pick it up. Just then Sam Blaney came along, and Patty offered him a flower, and herself adjusted it in his buttonhole. "I'm crazy to talk to you," he said, "but I didn't belong at your supper table. Can't we go somewhere and have a bit of a chat?" "Yes," agreed Patty, "only not too far away from the bride's crowd. Mona will be going away soon, and I must see her go, of course. Didn't she look beautiful?" "Not in comparison with somebody else I know."