The poor woman was really
most uncomfortable, but Patty had ordered this performance and she
would have done her best had the task been twice as hard.
"You were a villain to tease poor Susan so at the table," said
Patty to Jack, as they sauntered on the veranda between dances.
"She came through with flying colours," he replied, laughing at
the recollection.
"Yes, but it was mean of you to fluster the poor thing."
"Don't you know why I did it?"
"To tease me, I suppose," and Patty drew down the corners of her
mouth and looked like a much injured damsel.
"Yes; but, incidentally, to see that pinky colour spread all over
your cheeks. It makes you look like a wild rose."
"Does it?" said Patty, lightly. "And what do I look like at other
times? A tame rose?"
"No; a primrose. Very prim, sometimes."
"I have to be very prim when I'm with you," and Patty glanced
saucily from beneath her long lashes; "you're so inclined to--"
"To what?"
"To friskiness. I NEVER know what you're going to do next."
"Isn't it nicer to be surprised?"
"Well,--that depends. It is if they're nice surprises."
"Oh, mine always are! I'm going to surprise you a lot of times
this summer. Are you to be here, at Mona's, all the rest of the
season?"
"I shall be here two months, anyway.
Pages:
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62