The guests came thronging around to talk to the pretty queen, and
then they all went to the tea-tent. This gay and festive place was
decorated with flowers and flags, and a delightful feast was served.
"Will you have an ice, Patty?" asked Farnsworth, "or something more
substantial?"
"Here you are, Patty; I know what you want." and Kit Cameron came up
with a cup of hot bouillon and a sandwich.
"Yes, indeed, Kit, I'm famishing. Thank you so much," and Patty
ignored Farnsworth's remark entirely, and beamed pleasantly on Kit.
Farnsworth looked at her curiously for a moment, and then walked
away.
He sat down by Daisy Dow, and said abruptly:
"What's the matter with Patty, that she doesn't like me any more?"
"Nonsense, Bill; she does like you."
"No, she doesn't. She's cool as a cucumber. She used to like me, but
she's changed all through. I s'pose she likes those other fellows
better--and I don't blame her."
"They're both awfully gone on her," and Daisy looked at Cameron and
Van Reypen hovering around Patty, who seemed to be sharing her
favours equally between them.
"I don't belong here," said Farnsworth, gloomily. "I'm out of my
element. I belong out West, riding over the plains and untrammelled
by conventions.
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