"
Cameron stared at her, but Patty looked at him with an innocent
smile, as if she were not asking anything extraordinary.
"Well, you've got a nerve!" the young man exclaimed.
"Why, it was your own proposition that you have all the dances;" and
Patty looked almost offended.
"Poppycheek, you shall have it your own way! You shall have anything
you want, that _I_ can give you." And Cameron scribbled his initials
against every one of the twenty dances on the programme.
"You might have put K. C. to the first and then ditto after that,"
said Patty, as she watched him.
"Nay, nay, Pauline!" and Kit gave her a shrewd glance. "Think what
would happen then. You'd give a dance to some other man, maybe, and
he'd set down his initials, and all the rest of the dittos would
refer to him!"
"Poor man! I never thought of that! But it isn't likely there'll be
any others except Ken."
"Oh, don't you worry! Everybody will want an introduction to you,
after they see you dance."
"I don't think much of that for a compliment! I'd rather be loved
for my sweet self alone."
"Have you never been?"
"Many, many times!" and Patty sighed in mock despair. "But my love
affairs always end tragically.
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