Beside the house party, there were several other guests, mostly
Spring Beach cottagers, and the dinner was a gay one. Jack
Pennington sat at Patty's other side, and Farnsworth and Daisy Dow
were far away, near the head of the table.
"Dashing girl, Miss Dow," said Jack, as he looked at the vivacious
Daisy, who was entertaining those near her with picturesque
stories of Western life.
"Yes, indeed," said Patty; "and very clever and capable."
"Now, isn't it funny! Just from the way you say that, I know you
don't like her."
Patty was dismayed. If she didn't altogether like Daisy, she had
no wish to have other people aware of the fact.
"Oh, Jack, don't be mean. I DO like her."
"No, you don't; at least, not very much. She isn't your style."
"Well, then, if you think that, don't say it. I MUST like Mona's
guests."
"Yes, of course. Forgive a poor, blundering idiot! And don't
worry, Patty, no one shall ever know from me that you and the
Dashing Daisy aren't boon companions."
"You're so nice and understanding, Jacky boy, and I'm much
obliged. Do you remember the night you discovered who our chaperon
was, and you helped me out so beautifully?"
"Always glad to help the ladies.
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