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The family offered the gang the use of their house and the backyard barbecue and this became headquarters. The nights were cool and lovely, starry and still, as only desert nights can be. A very romantic setting it was. The gang sat around the barbecue and sang — or just sat. There was considerable speculation about the rather sudden and unexplained departure of the Princess and the fact that Pat and Errol usually sat off a way from the others. They would talk for hours, in a relaxed sort of way. The change in Errol was noticeable. He began to look less lonesome and more happy. The pair became inseparable, oblivious to everything but their own company. Still nothing was said or thought about a future for them. The company returned to Hollywood and the group who had been so close on location scattered and resumed their regular routines. All except Errol and Pat, who were in that state of trance which is symptomatic with people who are in love, but don't know it. They were leading medium-hectic lives, with Pat working on added scenes at the studio and Errol making arrangements to go to Paris for his next picture, "The Bargain." So they spent most of their evenings quietly together. Pat did lure Errol into taking her to the preview of "Tea For Two," which should have been the tipoff because the handsome Mr. F. seldom goes to movies. Errol took Pat to Mocambo one night and to Betty Hutton's fabulous party, which was her introduction to the movie colony. These three events, which comprised their entire social life, were hardly enough to bedazzle a young newcomer to Hollywood so it can safely be assumed that what did bedazzle Pat was Errol's personal charm. Up to this point their romance had progressed with the calm serenity of a millpond. The calm was shattered abruptly with the announcement of their engagement and Pat learned the meaning of sheer bedlam. Telephones jangled, doorbells buzzed, flash-bulbs exploded, questions popped, and people milled around thorn in droves. Suddenly Pat, who was just beginning to be known in New York's theatrical orbit, was a celebrity and it was a little frightening. So was the prospect of meeting Errol's three children. The future Mrs. Flynn had never been around children, didn't know whether she liked them very much, and wondered whether these particular ones would like her. But, unlike her first meeting with their father, it waj love at first sight and the second hurdle was cleared with room to spare. In all the confusion and hubbub, which stretched the couple's nerves to the snap ping point, Pat kept reminding Errol that when they left Hollywood for Kansas and a visit to her family they'd have a nice, quiet time in Sauna. Nobody would bother them, she assured him. Nothing could have been further from the truth. They had agreed to quietly escape from movietown and fly to Wichita, where her family would pick them up and spirit them off to Salina. But such big news wouldn't hold and Wichita was tipped off way ahead of their arrival. There was a large and enthusiastically curious mob waiting when they stepped off the plane. "Never mind, honey," said Pat, patting Errol, "we'll soon be home. THEN we can relax." But, again, she reckoned without the famous mid-Western hospitality. The visitors shuddered slightly when Pat's folks gave them the news that they were going to six cocktail parties in Wichita before they took off for the quiet of Salina. Then, incredibly and at last, the Wymores and their prospective son-in-law were in the car, on their way home. Pat made another nice try at telling Mr. F. about how peaceful it was going to be. This dream ended in disenchantment when Mrs. Wymore said she was entertaining numerous local citizens at an icecream festival. This is an old Kansas custom and great fun. Everybody sits in the backyard and gallons of home-made ice cream are consumed. It's especially fun when you've been resting up all week and haven't been on a madly accelerated merry-go-round. Pat and Errol smothered a groan each, hoped their hunger didn't show, and wished the family were having a beefsteak festival. Nevertheless, they put on their best clothes and most joyous actor faces. And they did have a good time. Nobody gushed over Errol and Mrs. Wymore suddenly realized the visitors were slowly starving to death. Pat recalls the steaks her mother cooked as the utter end to all steaks. By the same token, no beds ever looked more invitingly comfortable than the ones they fell into at Pat's grandmother's that night. Breakfast was slightly delayed because they'd failed to make a reservation at the Wymore place, which was jammed to the doorsills with reporters who were eating on the house and coming back for seconds of Mrs. W.'s home cooking. Once the reporters were satisfied gastronomically and news-wise, the house settled down a trifle. Errol got acquainted with her kid brother, eighteen-yearold Jimmy. After thoroughly probing Errol's knowledge of hunting and fishing, kid brother decided Errol could stay. They made elaborate plans for the Fall pheasant-shooting season. And Pat and Errol had begun to believe there was such a thing as peace and quiet in Salina. Nobody was bothering them. They were relaxed and feeling very cozy. Then the door burst open and Pat's father rushed in, dripping with oil and shouting that he'd just brought in a gusher. Everybody loaded into cars and tore out to see the new oil well, keeping 66