"What's up?" enquired Roger, as he obediently followed Patty's
whispered order to "come along and behave yourself."
"Nothing," returned Patty, airily; "I have to have my own way,
that's all; and as my old friend and comrade, you have to help me
to get it."
"Always ready," declared Roger, promptly, "but seems to me, Pitty-
Pat, the colossal cowboy is already a Willing Willy to your
caprices."
"Don't be silly, Roger. He's so unused to our sort of society that
he's willing to bow down at the shrine of any pretty girl."
"Oh, Patsy-Pat! Do you consider YOURSELF a pretty girl? How CAN
you think so? Your nose turns up, and I think you're a little
cross-eyed--"
"Oh, Roger, I am not!"
"Well, perhaps I'm mistaken about that; but you've a freckle on
your left cheek, and a curl on your right temple is out of place."
"It isn't! I fixed it there on purpose! It's supposed to look
coquettish."
"Very untidy!" and Roger glared in pretended disapproval at the
curl that had purposely been allowed to escape from the apple-
blossom wreath.
Patty liked Roger's fooling, for they were old chums and
thoroughly good friends, and it was one of his customary jokes to
pretend that he was trying to correct her tendency to personal
vanity.
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