And what do you want to know about them, Miss Fairfield?"
Patty was tempted to say ALL about them, for her knowledge of the
ancient people was practically nothing.
"Did they--did they--"
"Eat snails," said Philip, in a whisper.
"Did they eat snails, Mr. Crosby?" And Patty's big blue eyes were
innocent of anything, save an intense desire to know about the Aztec
diet.
"Snails?--snails?--well, bless my soul! I don't believe I know.
Important, too,--most important. I'll look it up, and let you know.
Snails--queer I DON'T know. I made a study of the Aztecs, and they
are most interesting,--but as to snails--"
Apparently Mr. Crosby's mind was wrestling with the question.
"He's gone 'way back and sat down with the Aztecs," Philip murmured
to Patty, "so you ask questions of me."
"You don't know anything that I want to know."
"Then _I_'ll ask a question of YOU."
Philip's voice was full of meaning, so Patty said hastily: "No, no;
it isn't polite to ask questions in society; one should make
observations."
"All right, observe me. That's what I'm here for. Observe me early
and often, and I'll be only too well pleased."
"But that isn't what _I_'m here for. Your aunt invited me to be a
pleasant dinner guest and so I have to make myself entertaining to
my Aztec friend.
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