Pardon me, I've a terrible
memory for names, but a good reserve fund of poetry."
"Miss Fairfield, my name is. Pray don't forget it again."
"If you're so curt, I shall think it's a Fairfield and no favour!
You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Certainly not. One can't get mad at an utter stranger."
"Oh, I don't think people who kiss people can be classed as utter
strangers."
"Well, you will be, if you refer to that mistake again! Now,
remember, I forbid you ever to mention it,--to me, or to any one
else. Here comes Mona."
Mona and Daisy Dow appeared in the doorway, and seeing Bill, made
a dash at him. The young man kissed Mona heartily, and as he did
so, he smiled at Patty over Mona's shoulder. He shook hands with
Daisy, and soon the three were chatting gaily of old school days.
Then Roger Farrington came. Not all of Patty's New York friends
had liked Mona, but Roger had always declared the girl was a fine
nature, spoiled by opulent surroundings. He had gladly accepted
the invitation to the house party, and came in anticipation of an
all-round good time.
"Hooray! Patty! Here's me!" was his salutation, as he ran up the
steps.
"Oh, Roger!" cried Patty, and she grasped his hand and showed
unfeigned gladness at seeing him.
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