But now we're awfully good chums."
"And so you don't like the men?"
"Nonsense! Of course I do. I adore them. But not as much as I do my
girl friends. And sometimes I think I like my married friends best
of all. Aren't the Kenerleys just dear?"
"Then you'd like me better if I were married?"
"Yes, indeed. Will you get married, to please me?"
"Oh, anything to oblige. Will you pick out the lady?"
"Why, yes, if you want me to. There's Daisy Dow."
"Yes, there's Daisy Dow. But here's Patty Fairfield. I'd ever so
much rather marry her! How about it, Poppycheek?"
"Nonsense, Kit, don't be silly."
"It isn't silly. You said you wanted me to be married and I'm
awfully anxious to please you."
"Oh, do you want to marry me just to please me?"
"Well, I'm interested in the scheme on my own account, too."
"Well, don't bother me about it, now. I hate to answer questions in
a speeding motor-car."
"Shall I tell him to slow down?" And Kit leaned forward toward the
chauffeur.
"Mercy, no! you'll hardly catch your train now. A little faster,
Jacques."
"Yes, Miss," and the chauffeur threw on a little more speed.
"Poppycheek, you rascal, I intended to miss that train."
"Well, you don't do it! see? We've enough to do to-morrow, without
you bothering around.
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