"
"You SPOKE, all right!" and Patty looked at him severely. "But you
know perfectly well, Kenneth Harper, that I wasn't doing anything I
oughtn't to. You know perfectly well that, though I like what you
call 'flirting,' I'm never the least bit unconventional and I never
forget the strictest law of etiquette and propriety. I'd scorn to do
such a thing!"
Patty's blue eyes were blazing now with righteous indignation, for
Kenneth had been unjust, and Patty would not stand injustice. She
was punctilious in matters of etiquette, and she had not overstepped
any bounds by sitting out a dance in that alcove, which was a part
of the ballroom and a refuge for any one weary of dancing.
"And you know perfectly well, Kenneth," she went on, "that you
DIDN'T think I was unconventional, or anything of the sort. You were
only----"
Patty paused, for she didn't quite want to say what was in her mind.
"You're right, Little Patty," and Kenneth looked her straight in the
eyes; "you're right. I WAS jealous. Yes, and envious. It always
hurts me to see you laughing and talking in that darling little way
of yours, and to know that _I_ can't make you talk like that. I wish
I weren't such a stupid-head! I wish _I_ could say things that would
make you play your pretty fooleries with ME.
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