"What did he say?" Philip asked, as he offered Patty a cup of
bouillon, and then sat down beside her.
"He said you were such a sweet-tempered man, he didn't wonder I
liked you," and Patty beamed pleasantly.
"I would be sweet-tempered, Patty, if you didn't tease the very life
out of me!"
"Now, Philip, you wouldn't be much good if you couldn't stand a
little teasing."
"Go ahead, then; tease me all you like," and Van Reypen looked the
personification of dogged endurance.
"I will!" said Patty, emphatically, and then some others joined
them, and the group began to laugh and talk together.
"Your cousin is stunning, Marie," said Mona Galbraith; "why have we
never met him before?"
"He's a freak," Marie said, laughingly. "I couldn't persuade him to
come to my valentine party, and to-night I couldn't keep him away!
All musicians are freaks, you know."
"He's a musician, all right," said Kenneth Harper. "The things he
did to that simple little song must have made some of the eminent
composers turn in their graves!"
"He's awfully clever at that sort of thing," said Marie; "sometimes
when we're here alone, he'll take a simple little air and improvise
the most beautiful melodies from it.
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