"
"You're a naughty, bad, mean little princess; and I don't love you
any more."
Kit looked reproachfully at Patty, with his eyes so full of
disappointment that she relented.
"I didn't give away the first one, really," she said, softly. "I
saved that for you."
"You blessed, dear, sweet little Princess you! Now, don't give away
any more, will you? I know you'll have thousands of requests."
"I'll see about it," was all Patty would promise, and then the music
began and they stepped out on to the dancing floor.
CHAPTER IX
EDDIE BELL
Which do you like best of all the boys you've met?" asked Kit, as
they danced.
"What a question! How can I possibly tell, when a dozen well-behaved
and serious-looking young men stand up like a class in school and
say, one after another, 'May I have the honour of a dance, Miss
Fairfield?' They all looked exactly alike to me. Except one. There
was one boy, who looks so much like me he might be my brother. I
never had a brother, and I've a good notion to adopt him as one."
"Don't! There's nothing so dangerous as adopting a young man for a
brother! But I know who you mean,--Eddie Bell. He doesn't look a bit
like you, but he HAS yellow curls and blue eyes.
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