"
"You're a flirt, Patty."
"All right, Ken. Flirt with me, won't you?" Patty's roguish blue
eyes looked at Kenneth with such a frank and friendly glance that he
couldn't scold her any more.
"I can't flirt with you, Patty. I'm not that sort. You know very
well I've only a plain, plodding sort of a mind, and I can't keep up
with this repartee and persiflage that you carry on with these other
chaps."
"I don't carry on," said Patty, laughing.
"I didn't say you carried on," returned Kenneth, who took everything
seriously. "I meant you carried on conversations that are full of
wit and repartee, of a sort that I can't get off."
"Nobody wants you to, you dear old Ken! You wouldn't be half as nice
if you were as foolish and frivolous as these society chatterboxes!
You've got more sterling worth and real intellect in your make-up
than they ever dreamed of. Now, stop your nonsense and come on and
dance. But--don't undertake to lecture Patty Fairfield,--she won't
stand for it!"
"I didn't mean to lecture you, Patty," and Kenneth spoke very
humbly. "But when I saw you tucked away behind those palms, flirting
with that yellow-headed rattle-pate, I felt that I ought to speak to
you.
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