"I could do that, Ken, about as easily as you could teach me to be a
quiet, demure, little person like Christine Hepworth. This is
Christine:"
Patty sat upright with her hands clasped in her lap, and drew down
the corners of her mouth, and rolled her eyes upward with a saint-
like expression.
Then, "This is me!" she said. And jumping up, she pirouetted,
whirling, around the room, waving her arms like a graceful butterfly
skimming over flowers. Faster and faster she went, seeming scarcely
to touch the tips of her toes to the floor, and smiling at Kenneth
like a tantalising fairy.
Harper gazed at her, fascinated, and then as she hovered near him,
jumped up, and caught her in his arms.
"You beauty!" he cried, but Patty slipped away from him.
"You haven't caught me yet, Ken," she said, laughing, "not for
keeps, you know." The rollicking dance had restored her gaiety, and
relieved the seriousness of the situation.
"You know perfectly well," she went on, standing across the room
from him, and shaking a little pink forefinger at him, "you know
perfectly well, Kenneth-boy, that we're not a bit suited to each
other. I go through life the way I just flew around the room; and
you go this way:" Patty dropped her arms at her side and marched
stiffly around the room with a military air, gazing straight ahead
of her.
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