"Oh, Jack, is this our dance?" And with a saucy bow,
Patty left Big Bill, and strolled away on Jack Pennington's arm.
"You're a regular out and out belle to-night, Patty," he said,
frankly. "All the men are crazy over you, and all the girls are
envious."
"'Tisn't me," said Patty, meekly. "It's this ridiculous green rig
and my unkempt hair."
"Shouldn't wonder," returned Jack, teasingly; "girls always look
best in fancy dress."
"So do the boys," Patty retorted. "Isn't Bill Farnsworth stunning
in that Neptune toga,--or whatever it's called?"
"Pooh, you'd think he was stunning in anything, wouldn't you?"
"Oh,--I don't know--" and Patty put her fingertip in her mouth,
and looked so exaggeratedly shy that Jack burst into laughter.
"You're a rogue, Patty," he declared. "If you don't look out
you'll grow up a flirt."
"Am I flirting with you?" and Patty opened her eyes very wide in
mock horror at such an idea.
"No,--not exactly. But you may, if you like."
"I DON'T like!" said Patty, decidedly. "We're good chums, Jack,
and I want to stay so. No flirt nonsense about us, is there?"
"No," said Jack; "let's dance," and away they whirled in a gay
two-step.
When the dancing was over, the "Red Chimneys" party started for
home in various motors.
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