Patty listened thoughtfully, feeling no hesitation in doing so, for she
had only Azalea's good at heart and wanted to know anything that might
help her understand the mystery that was certainly attached to the girl.
In the first place to whom could Azalea possibly be talking in that
fashion? Moreover, her voice was troubled, and her tone was one of
nervous apprehension and anxiety.
At last she returned to the group, and Patty said, pleasantly, "Who's
your friend, Zaly?"
"Nobody in particular," and Azalea looked as if that were a question she
had been dreading.
"You mean not a particular friend; but who was it?" Patty was
persistent, even at risk of rousing Azalea's wrath, for she felt
she must know.
"I won't tell you!" Azalea cried, stormily. "It's nobody's business if
I answer a telephone call. I don't ask you who it is, every time _you_
telephone!"
"All right, Zaly, forgive me,--I _was_ a bit inquisitive."
And so the matter was dropped, but that night after Azalea had gone to
her room, Patty came tapping at the door.
It was only after repeated knocking that Azalea opened the door a little
way, and quite evidently resented the intrusion.
"I'm just going to bed," she said, ungraciously.
"I won't stay but a minute," and Patty insistently pushed her way in.
"Now, don't fly into a rage, dear, but you _must_ tell me who called you
up on the telephone to-day.
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