Patty looked up in sudden anger at this speech, but Blaney's eyes were quietly amused, and his soft voice was so innocent of offence, that Patty was uncertain what attitude to assume, and to save the necessity of a reply she ran from the room and upstairs to get ready for the ride. CHAPTER II A STUDIO PARTY As Roger had predicted, the snow departed as quickly as it came, and two days after their sleigh ride there was scarcely a vestige of white on the ground. Tennis was again possible and a great game was in progress on the court at Pine Laurel. Patty and Roger were playing against Elise and Sam Blaney, and the pairs were well matched. But the long-contested victory finally went against Patty, and she laughingly accepted defeat. "Only because Patty's not quite back on her game yet," Roger defended; "this child has been on the sick list, you know, Sam, and she isn't up to her own mark." "Well, I like that!" cried Patty; "suppose you bear half the blame, Roger. You see, Mr. Blaney, he is so absorbed in his own Love Game, he can't play with his old-time skill." "All right, Patsy, let it go at that. And it's so, too. I suddenly remembered something Mona told me to tell you, and it affected my service." "What is it?" asked Elise. "Anything of importance?" "Yes; it's this: Mona has decided to sell Red Chimneys, and Philip Van Reypen thinks it a good plan to buy it for the Children's Home." "For gracious' sake!" exclaimed Patty. "That _is_ news! Why doesn't Phil tell me about it?" "That's just it. He's coming down here tomorrow to talk it over with you. Mona's coming too, you know, and you can all have a powwow." "All right," and Patty wagged her head, sagaciously. "It's not a bad idea at all. I knew Mr. Galbraith was thinking of selling the Spring Beach place, and it would be a fine house for the kiddies." "And are you running a Children's Home?" asked Sam Blaney, as they all strolled back to the house, and paused on the wide veranda. "Too cool for you out here, Patty?" asked Elise. "Not a bit of it. I love the outdoors. Somebody find me a sweater and a rug, and I'll be as happy as a clam." Roger brought a red silk sweater from the hall, and a big, soft steamer rug, and proceeded to tuck Patty up, snugly. "Yes," she said, turning to Blaney, and answering his inquiry, "I am supposed to be organising a Children's Home, but all the hard work is done for me, and I only say yes or no, to easy questions. You see, a dear old friend of mine left me a sum of money for the purpose, and I want to prove a trustworthy steward. But we're not going to do anything definite until Spring, unless, as Red Chimneys is in the market, it seems advisable to secure it while we can." "Goodness, Patty," said Elise; "you talk like a Board of Managers!" "That's what I am; or, rather, I'm Manager of the Board. Is Philip coming tonight, Roger?"