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emphasis; "far from it!"

      So, as Patty found it impossible to snub such cheerfulness, she concluded to forgive and forget.

      "There's something doing after supper," remarked Roger. "Miss Homer dropped a hint, and even now they're fixing something in the ballroom."

      "What can it be?" said Elise, craning her neck to see through a doorway.

      "It's a game," said Marie Homer, who had just joined the group. "I told mother, you all considered yourselves too grown-up for games, but she said she didn't want to have the whole evening given over to dancing. So you will play it, won't you?"

      "Sure we will!" declared Kenneth, who admired the shy little girl.

      Marie was new in their set, but they all liked her. She was timid only because she felt unacquainted, and the good-natured crowd did all they could to put her at ease.

      "Games!" exclaimed Philip; "why, I just love 'em! I'll play it, whatever it is."

      "I too," said Patty. "It will be a jolly change from dancing."

      CHAPTER II

      ON THE TELEPHONE

      When the young people returned to the ballroom, it presented a decidedly changed appearance. Instead of an interior scene, it was a winter landscape.

      The floor was covered with snow-white canvas, not laid on smoothly, but rumpled over bumps and hillocks, like a real snow field. The numerous palms and evergreens that had decorated the room, were powdered with flour and strewn with tufts of cotton, like snow. Also diamond dust had been lightly sprinkled on them, and glittering crystal icicles hung from the branches.

      At each end of the room, on the wall, hung a beautiful bear-skin rug.

      These rugs were for prizes, one for the girls and one for the boys. And this was the game.

      The girls were gathered at one end of the room and the boys at the other, and one end was called the North Pole, and the other the South Pole. Each player was given a small flag which they were to plant on reaching the Pole.

      This would have been an easy matter, but each traveller was obliged to wear snowshoes. These were not the real thing, but smaller affairs made of pasteboard. But when they were tied on, the wearer felt clumsy indeed, and many of the girls declared they could not walk in them at all. And in addition each one was blindfolded.

      However, everybody made an attempt, and at a given signal the young people started from their opposite ends of the room and endeavoured to make progress toward the goal as they blindly stumbled along.

      Patty concluded to move very slowly, thinking this the surest way to make a successful trip. So she scuffled along among the other laughing girls, now and then stumbling over a hillock, which was really a hassock or a sofa cushion under the white floor covering. It was great fun, and the girls cheered each other on as they pursued their blinded way. And then about midway of the room they met the boys coming toward them. Then there was scrambling, indeed, as the explorers tried to get out of each other's way and follow their own routes.

      It was a very long room, and Patty hadn't gone much more than halfway, when she concluded to give up the race as being too tiresome. She made her way to the side of the room, and reaching the wall she took off her blinding handkerchief and kicked off the snowshoes. To her great surprise she found that many of the other girls and some of the boys had done the same thing, and not half of the original contestants were still in the race. And, indeed, it proved to be much greater fun to watch those who were still blindly groping along, than to stay in the game.

      At last the game was concluded, as Roger Farrington proudly planted his flag at the very spot that designated the North Pole, and not long after, Clementine Morse succeeded in safely reaching the South Pole. So the beautiful rugs were given to these two as prizes, and every one agreed that they had earned them.

      Then, amid much laughter, everybody was unblindfolded, and they all sat around on the snow mounds waiting for the next game.

      A big snow man was brought in and set in the centre of the room. Of course it was not real snow, but made of white plaster, gleaming all over with diamond dust. But it was the traditional type of snow man, with a top hat on, and grotesque features.

      In the mouth of the figure was a cigarette, and each guest was presented with a few snowballs, made of cotton wool. The game was to knock the cigarette from the snow man's mouth with one of the snowballs.

      Of course the cigarette was so arranged that the lightest touch of a ball would dislodge it, and as one cigarette was displaced, Mr. Homer supplied another.

      The guests had been divided into two parties, and each side strove to collect the greater number of cigarettes.

      Some balls flew very wide of the mark, while others with unerring aim would hit a cigarette squarely.

      The game caused great hilarity, and everybody was anxious to throw balls. They threw in turn, each having three balls at a time.

      Patty was especially deft at this, and with true aim succeeded several times.

      Then when they tired of this play, a few more dances followed before it was time to go home.

      Some attendants came in and whisked away the snow hillocks and floor covering, leaving the ballroom once again in order for dancing.

      "Makes me feel young again, to play those kiddy games," said Kenneth, as he was dancing with Patty.

      "I like them," returned Patty; "I hate to think that my childhood is over, and I love games of any kind."

      "Your childhood will never be over," returned Kenneth; "I think you are the incarnation of youth, and always will be."

      "I'm not so much younger than you."

      "Five years,—that's a long time at our age. By the way, when are the

      Hepworths coming home?"

      "Next week; and we're planning the loveliest reception for them. You know their apartment is all ready, and we're going to have just a few people to supper there, the night they return."

      "Shall I be one of the few?"

      "Well, rather! The best man at the wedding must surely be at the home-coming. Doesn't it seem funny to think of Christine as mistress of her own home? She'll be perfectly lovely, I know. My goodness gracious! Ken, what time is it? I'm afraid I'm staying too late. I promised Nan I'd leave at half-past twelve."

      "It's not much more than that. Can't you stay for another dance?"

      "No, I can't possibly. I must run right away, or my motor car will turn into a pumpkin, and Louise into a white mouse. Take me to Mrs. Homer, please, and I will say good-night to her."

      But as they crossed the room, they met Van Reypen coming toward them.

      "Our dance, I think," he said, coolly, as he took Patty's hand.

      The music had just started, and its beautiful rhythm was too tempting for Patty to resist.

      "I'm just on my way home," she said, "but we'll go around the room once, and then I must go."

      "Once indeed!" said Philip, gaily; "we won't stop until the music does."

      "Yes, we will; I must go now," but somehow or other they circled the room several times. Patty loved dancing, and Philip was one of the best of partners.

      But at last she laughingly protested that she really must go home, and they went together to say good-night to their hostess. And then Patty said good-night to Philip, and ran away to the dressing-room, where Louise was patiently waiting for her.

      And soon, muffled up in her furs, they were rapidly spinning along toward home.

      "I didn't keep you waiting very long, did I, Louise?" said Patty, kindly.

      "No, Miss Patty, you're right on time. I expect you would have liked to stay longer."

      "Yes, I should, but I promised Mrs. Fairfield not to."

      When at last Patty reached her own little boudoir, she declared she was more tired than she had realised. So Louise took off her pretty frock, and Patty

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