Harper."
"Oh, Kenneth;" Patty spoke carelessly, but she couldn't prevent a
rising blush. "Why, Marie, we've been chums for years. I used to
know Ken Harper when I was a little girl and lived in Vernondale.
He's a dear boy, but we're just good friends."
"I like him," and Marie said this so ingenuously, that Patty gave
her a quick look. "Don't you like anybody ESPECIALLY, Patty?"
"No, I don't. All boys look alike to me. I like to have them to
dance with, and to send me flowers and candy; and I don't mind make-
believe flirting with them; but the minute they get serious, I want
to run away."
"Aren't you ever going to be engaged, Patty?"
"Nonsense! Marie, we're too young to think about such things. After
a few years I shall begin to consider the matter; and if I find
anybody that I simply can't live without, I shall proceed to marry
him. Now, curiosity-box, is there anything else you want to know?"
"I didn't mean to be curious," and Marie's pretty face looked
troubled; "but, Patty, I will ask you one more question: Couldn't
you,--couldn't you like,--specially, I mean,--my cousin Kit?"
"Marie, I've a notion to shake you! You little match-maker,--or
mischief-maker,--stop getting notions into your head! In the first
place, I've known your paragon of a cousin only a few weeks; and in
the second place, there's no use going any further than the first
place! Now, you go to sleep, and dream about birds and flowers and
sunshine, and don't fill your pretty head with grown-up notions.
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