"
"Don't be a goose, Bill," and Daisy looked at him kindly. "You've
better manners than lots of these Eastern men, and you have a whole
lot more innate kindliness."
"That's good of you, Daisy," and Bill flashed her a grateful look.
"But I know the difference myself; I'm uncouth and awkward where
those chaps are correct and elegant. I'm going back to Arizona and
stay there."
"All because Patty Fairfield didn't welcome you with open arms!"
A flush rose to Big Bill's handsome face. "It is partly that, Daisy,
but I can't blame her. There's no reason why that exquisite little
piece of humanity should want to have anything to do with me,--a big
bear of a man."
"Honestly, Bill, you ought not to belittle yourself like that. I'm
ashamed of you. But I'll tell you one thing: Patty is sometimes a
little perverse. She can't seem to help it. She's a perfect dear,
but she is a coquette. If you ask me, I think the more glad she is
to see you, the more likely she is to be cool to you."
"Nonsense, Daisy! what sort of talk is that! Why should she act that
way?"
Bill's straightforward gaze of blank amazement made Daisy laugh, but
she only said: "I can't tell you why she does such things, but she
does all the same.
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