"
"Stop your fooling; I want to know who you are, and I want to know
it quick! Do you hear THAT?"
"Yes, I hear," returned Patty, saucily, "but I don't have to answer!
And if you talk to me like that, I shall hang up this receiver."
"I won't talk like that any more. But, do you know, I thought I had
found you, and you turned out to be somebody else."
"But I can't be anybody else. I'm only myself."
"Be serious a minute, won't you? I went to my cousin's and met a
beautiful, poppy-cheeked princess; but she wasn't you."
"How do you know she wasn't?"
"Because she couldn't sing a LITTLE bit! And you can."
"I can sing a LITTLE bit! Oh, thank you!"
"Now, I want to ask you something. You know my cousin, don't you?"
"Have you sisters and cousins, whom you reckon up by dozens?"
"It doesn't matter if I have. I mean my cousin, Marie Homer, to whom
you telephoned, or tried to, on the fourteenth of February. But you
got me, instead, and that means we're each other's valentine. See?"
"No, I don't see at all. I only like pretty valentines."
"Oh, I'm as pretty as a picture! That part is all right. Now, I've
tried my best to find out who you are, from Marie. But either she
can't or won't tell.
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