Kenerley. "You haven't had a
bite of breakfast! Come on, Mona, let's take Patty and Daisy home
in one of the cars; the rest can follow in the other."
Two cars of people had come over to escort the wanderers home, so
this plan was agreed upon.
But somehow, Bill Farnsworth managed to hasten the glazier's task,
so that all were ready to depart at once.
"I'll drive the big car," cried Bill. "Come on, Patty," and before
any one realised it, he had swung the girl up into the front seat
of the big touring car, and had himself climbed to the driver's
seat.
"I had to do this," he said to Patty, as they started off. "I must
speak to you alone a minute, and be sure that you forgive me for
the trouble I made you."
"Of course I forgive you," said Patty, gaily. "I'd forgive you a
lot more than that."
"You would? Why?"
"Oh, because I'm such a good forgiver. I'd forgive anybody,
anything."
"Huh! then it isn't much of a compliment to have YOUR
forgiveness!"
"Well, why should I pay you compliments?"
"That's so! Why SHOULD you? In fact, it ought to be the other way.
Let ME pay them to YOU."
"Oh, I don't care much about them. I get quite a lot, you see--"
"I see you're a spoiled baby, that's what YOU are!"
"Now,--Little Billee!" and Patty's tone was cajoling, and her
sideways glance and smile very provoking.
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