"
Patty looked at him in amazement. She had never suspected that
serious-minded, hard-working Kenneth had anything but scorn for men
of less mental calibre and quicker wit.
"Why, Kenneth," she said, gently, "don't talk like that. My
friendship for you is worth a dozen of these silly foolery
flirtations with men that I don't care two cents for."
"I don't want your friendship, Patty," and Kenneth's deep voice
trembled a little; "I mean I don't want ONLY your friendship. And
yet I know I can't hope for anything more. I'm too dull and
commonplace to attract a beautiful butterfly like you."
"Kenneth," and Patty gave him a glance, gentle, but a little
bewildered, "you're out of your head. You have a splendid head,
Kenneth, full of wonderful brains, but you're out of it. You get
yourself back into it as quick as you can! And don't let's dance
this dance, please; I am tired. I wish you'd take me to Mrs. Perry."
In silence, Kenneth complied with Patty's wish, and took her to
where Lora Perry was sitting.
Then he went away, leaving Patty much more disturbed by what he had
said than by all the gay fooleries of Eddie Bell or Kit Cameron.
CHAPTER X
QUARANTINED
"Tired?" asked Mrs.
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