"
"I always said you were a poet," returned Patty, "and you do have
the prettiest fancies."
"I fancy YOU, if that's what you mean," Kit replied, and Patty gave
him a haughty glance for his impertinence.
Then Babette put on Patty's coat, which was a really gorgeous
affair. It was what is known as a Mandarin coat, of white silk,
heavily embroidered with gold, and very quaint she looked in it.
"That thing must weigh a ton," commented Kit. "Why do you girls want
to wear Chinese togs?"
"It's a beautiful coat," said Mrs. Perry, admiringly. "Have you been
to China, Miss Fairfield?"
"No; I never have. This was a Christmas present, and I'm awfully
fond of it. I'm afraid I'm barbaric in my love of bright, glittering
things."
"A very civilised little barbarian," said Mr. Perry, and then they
all went off to the ball.
"How many may I have?" said Kit, as he took Patty's programme from
her hand after they were in the ballroom.
"As I don't know any one else, I shall have to dance them all with
you and Ken," returned Patty, demurely.
"Never mind Harper; give them all to me."
Patty looked at him calmly. "I'll tell you what," she said: "you put
down your initials for every dance; then, if I do find any partners
I like better, I'll give them dances; and, if not, you see I'll have
you to depend on.
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