I'll go on a quest."
"Goodness, what is a quest?"
"Oh, it just means that I henceforth devote my whole life to finding
you."
"But you can't find me, when you don't know my name."
"I'll make up a name for you. I'll call you Princess Poppycheek."
"How could you guess I'm a brunette?"
"I can tell it from your voice. You have snapping black eyes and
dark curly hair, and the reddest of red cheeks."
"Exactly right!" exclaimed Patty, giggling to think how far this
description was from her blonde pink-and-white type.
"I knew it was right!" exclaimed the voice, exultantly; "and I shall
find you very soon."
"Then I shall await your coming with interest. You prefer brunettes,
do you?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, I have always admired blondes more, but
I'm quite willing to change my tastes for you. Do you sing?"
For answer, Patty sang softly into the telephone, the little song of
"Beware, take care, she is fooling thee."
Although she did little more than hum it, Mr. Cameron was greatly
impressed with her voice.
"By jove!" he exclaimed. "You CAN sing! Now, I can find you easily.
There are not many voices like that in this wicked world."
"Do you sing yourself? But I don't want to know, I haven't the least
interest in a stranger, and besides, I'm going to ring off now.
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