After dinner, Kit persuaded Patty to walk on the veranda for a bit
of exercise. There was a large swing-seat, upholstered in red, which
he declared was just the place for a tete-a-tete.
"But it's too cold," objected Patty.
"I'll get you a wrap," and Kit flew into the house and procured a
long cloak, in which he enveloped Patty, and they sat in the swing
together.
"What became of the Colossal Cowboy?" said Kit; "I thought he was
here for the weekend."
"I thought so, too," returned Patty, "but it seems he had another
engagement."
"I'm glad of it. You're altogether too fond of him."
"Fond of him! What do you mean? I'm nothing of the sort. Why, I
scarcely spoke to him."
"I know it. That's what gave you away."
"Don't be a silly! I haven't the slightest interest in Mr. William
Farnsworth, or his comings and goings."
"You'd rather have me here, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, EVER so much rather!" And Patty spoke with such intense
enthusiasm that she was very evidently joking.
"But really, Patty, let's be in earnest just for a minute. Wouldn't
you rather have me around than anybody?"
"Why, I don't know; I never thought about it."
"Think about it now, then. Honest, I mean it.
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