"I'm so sorry you can't stay to luncheon," she said, turning to Kit;
"must you really go now?"
"You little rascal!" he cried, "but I'll get even with you for
this!"
"Please don't," and Patty spoke seriously. "Truly, Kit, I don't like
these things. I'm awfully glad I could save Mrs. Homer and Marie the
mortification and annoyance you and Bee had planned for them. But I
haven't any right to talk to you like a Dutch aunt. If this is your
notion of fun, I've no right even to criticise it; but I will tell
you that if you 'get even with me,' as you call it, by playing one
of your jokes on me, we'll not be friends any more."
"Patty!" and Kit took both her hands with a mock tragic gesture,
"ANYTHING but that! To lose your friendship, Poppycheek, would be to
lose all that makes life worth living! Now, if I promise to get even
with you, by never trying to get even with you,--how's that?"
"That's just right!" and Patty, as the victorious party, could
afford to be generous. "Now run away, Kit. You promised your aunt
you'd scoot when her guests arrived."
"Yes, I did, Princess, so off I go! I haven't told you yet what I
think of your cleverness in this matter,--by the way, how did you
get on to it?"
"I'll tell you some other time; run away, now.
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