"Why, you see, Patty, I know you do like Bill, and--I don't want you
to like him too much."
"What DO you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. It even sounds silly to say it to you, as a warning.
But, dear, I feel I MUST tell you. He's engaged."
"Oh, is he?" Patty tossed her head, and then went on arranging her
hair, but the pink flush on her cheek deepened. "Are you sure?" she
said, carelessly.
"Well, I'm not sure that he's engaged, really," and Adele wrinkled
her pretty brow, as she looked at Patty; "but he told me last winter
that all his life was bound up in Kitty, and he loved her with all
his heart, or something like that."
"Kitty who?"
"I can't remember her other name, although he told me."
"How did Bill happen to tell you this, Adele?"
"He was here, and I was chaffing him about one of the Crosby girls,
and then he told me that about Kitty. And somehow I thought you
ought to know it."
"Oh, fiddlesticks, Adele, as if I cared! I can't understand why you
should think _I_ would care if Mr. Farnsworth were engaged to forty-
'leven girls. It's nothing to me."
"Of course I know it isn't, Patty; but I just wanted to tell you."
"All right, honey; I'm glad you did. Now go on downstairs, and I'll
be down in a few minutes.
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