"She's an awfully nice girl,
Roger."
"Yes, I always said so. And you and she help each other. Sort of
reaction, you know. What do we do down here?"
"Oh, there are oceans of things planned. Parties of all sorts, and
picnics, and dances, and motor trips, and every old thing. How
long can you stay?"
"I'm invited for a week, but I may have to go home sooner. Isn't
that Western chap immense?"
For some ridiculous reason, Patty blushed scarlet at the mere
mention of Mr. Farnsworth.
"What the--oh, I say, Patty! You're not favouring him, are you?
Why, you've only just met him to-day, haven't you?"
"Yes, certainly; I never saw him before. No, I'm not favouring
him, as you call it."
"Then why are you the colour of a hard-boiled lobster? Patty! quit
blushing, or you'll burn up!"
"Don't, Roger; don't be silly. I'm NOT blushing."
"Oh, no! You're only a delicate shade of crimson vermilion! Well,
if you want him, Patty, I'll get him for you. Do you want him
now?"
"No! of course I don't! Do be still, Roger! And stop that foolish
smiling! Well, then, I'm going to talk to Adele Kenerley."
Patty ran away from Roger, who was decidedly in a teasing mood,
and seated herself beside the pretty young matron.
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