"
"Good gracious, Ken, is this dance the next dance? I mean is this
dance over, or is this dance our dance."
"You seem a little mixed, Patty, but this is our dance and I claim
it. Are you RESTED enough?"
Patty rose and, with a simple word of excuse to Mr. Bell, went away
with Kenneth.
"That's the first time, Ken, in all our friendship that I ever knew
you to say anything horrid," and Patty looked at him with a really
hurt expression.
"I didn't say anything horrid," and Kenneth's fine face wore a sulky
expression.
"You did, too. You asked me if I were RESTED in a horrid, sarcastic
tone; and you meant it for a reproof, because I sat out that dance
with Mr. Bell."
"You had no business to go and hide behind those palms with him."
"We didn't hide! That's only a bay-window alcove,--a part of the
ballroom. I have a perfect right to sit out a dance if I choose."
"That young chap was too familiar, anyway. I heard him calling you
'Cousin Patty.'"
"Oh, fiddlestrings, Ken! Don't be an idiot! We were only joking. And
I'm not so old, yet, but what I can let a boy call me by my first
name if I choose. When I'm twenty I'm going to be Miss Fairfield;
but while I'm nineteen anybody can call me Patty,--if I give him
permission.
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