And we might chance to
be the two."
"You're too big to talk such nonsense," and Patty ran a scornful
eye over the six feet three of broad and weighty masculinity.
"Oh, I KNOW how big I am. PLEASE don't rub THAT in! I've heard it
ever since I was out of dresses. Can't you flatter me by
pretending I'm small?"
"I could make you FEEL small, if I told you what I really thought
of you."
"Well, do that, then. What DO you think of me?"
"I think you very rude and--"
"You don't think any such thing,--because you KNOW I mistook you
for Mona, and it's not rude to kiss one's cousin."
"Is she your cousin? She never told me so."
"Well, her grandfather's stepdaughter's sister-in-law married my
grandmother's second cousin twice removed."
"Oh, then you're not very nearly related."
"No; that's why we don't look more alike. But, do you know my
name? Or shall I introduce myself?"
"I fancy you're Big Bill Farnsworth, aren't you?"
"Yes,--but DON'T call me big, PLEASE!"
"No, I'll call you Little Billee. How's that?"
"That's lovely! Now, what may I call you?"
"Miss Fairfield."
The big man made an easy and graceful bow. "I am delighted to meet
you, Miss Fair--Fair, with golden hair.
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