"
"That sounds like 'the longer she lives the shorter she grows,'"
said Patty, flippantly.
"Yes, the old nursery rhyme. Well, you are my candle,--a beacon,
lighting my pathway with your golden beams----"
"Oh, do stop! That's beautiful talk, but it's such rubbish."
"Haven't you ever noticed that much beautiful talk IS rubbish?"
"Yes, I have. And I'm glad that you think that way, too. Beautiful
thoughts are best expressed by plain, sincere words, and have little
connection with 'beautiful talk.'"
"Patty Fairfield, you're a brick! And, when I've said that, I can't
say anything more."
"A gold brick?"
"Not in the usual acceptance of that term; but you're pure gold, and
I'm jolly well glad I've found a girl like you."
There was such a ring of sincerity in Cameron's tone that Patty
looked up at him suddenly. And the honest look in his eyes made it
impossible for her to return any flippant response.
"And I'm glad, too, that we are friends, Kit," she said, simply.
The next dance was Mr. Bell's, and that rosy-cheeked youth came up
blithely to claim it.
"Come along, Cousin Patty," he said, and Cameron stared at him in
amazement.
"Are you two cousins?" he said.
"Once removed," returned Eddie Bell, gaily; "and this is the
removal.
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