For
certainly Mr. Cameron was the last friend she had made, and it was
very likely that she had lost him.
"Well, never mind, you still have me left. I'm gentle and I'm kind,
and you'll never, never find a better friend than your old Ken."
"I believe you're right," and Patty smiled at him. "We've been
friends a long time, haven't we, Ken?"
"We sure have. When I look at your gray hair and wrinkled cheeks, I
realise that we are growing old together."
Patty laughed and dimpled at this nonsense, and then declared she
was ready to dance.
All through the evening, Patty was gaily whisked from one partner to
another, but Kit Cameron never came near her.
She was decidedly chagrined at this, even though she knew she had
only herself to blame for it. She had been really rude, and she was
reaping the well-deserved consequences.
Often she passed Cameron in the dance, as he whirled by with another
girl. He always smiled pleasantly as they passed, and the fact that
he was a magnificent dancer only made Patty feel more angry with
herself at having been so silly.
Just before the last dance, Patty stood, gaily chatting with several
of her friends, when the music struck up, and both Kenneth and
Philip claimed the dance.
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