" He took Patty's hand and laid it lightly within his own
arm as he led her away.
"Don't let's dance right off," he begged. "Let's rest a minute in
this bosky dell."
The dell was an alcove off the ballroom, which contained several
palms and floral baskets and a deep, cushioned window-seat.
"Let's sit here and watch the moon rise;" and he led Patty toward
the window-seat, where he deftly arranged some cushions for her.
"I believe the moon rises to-morrow afternoon," said Patty.
"Well, I don't mind waiting. Sit here, won't you? These stupid
cushions ought to be of a golden yellow or a pale green. However,
this old rose does fairly well for our blond beauty. Isn't it nice
we're of the same type and harmonise with the same furnishings? When
we're married we won't have to differ about our house decorations."
"When we are WHAT?"
"Married, I said. You know, you're not really my second cousin and
there's absolutely no bar to our union."
This was quite the most audacious young man Patty had ever met. But
she was quite equal to the situation.
"Of course there isn't," she said, lightly. "And, when I think of
the economy of our being able to use the same colour scheme, it IS
an inducement.
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