What do you take me for? No, you come
with me, and we'll go somewhere where cooks grow and BUY one."
"There won't be time, Mona. What time is luncheon to be?"
"Half-past one; and it's about ten now."
"Oceans of time, then; I tell you, I'll see to the kitchen for
luncheon. But of course, you must have a cook, for permanent use."
"Well, rather. But I'll get one from New York by to-morrow
morning. And you know Adele Kenerley's friends are coming to
dinner to-night. What about that?"
"Leave all to me. I will arrange. But I want somebody to help me.
How about Daisy?"
"Daisy's no good at that sort of thing. And I don't like to ask
Adele. Say, Patty, let Bill help you; he's a fine cook, I've been
on camp picnics with him, and I know. And maybe he wouldn't be
GLAD to help you in anything! Ah, there, Patty, you're blushing! I
feared as much! Oh, Patty, DO you like him?"
"'Course I like him. He's a jolly chap, and we're good chums."
"But is that all? Patty, tell me; I won't tell."
"There's nothing to tell, Mona. I like Little Billee a whole lot,
but I'm not in love with him, if that's what you mean."
"Yes, that's what I mean. I hoped you were."
"Well, I'm not. And I'm not going to be in love with anybody for
years and years.
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