But
I won't have you serious about it."
"All right, Poppycheek. I'm pretty serious, or I would be if you'd
let me, but if you don't want it you shan't have it."
"Well, I don't. I don't want seriousness from anybody. And, anyway,
Kit, I'd be afraid of seriousness from you."
"Why, Patty?"
"'Cause it would probably turn out to be a practical joke."
"Joke nothing! The regard I have for you, Miss Poppycheek Fairfield,
is too everlasting real to have any joke about it!"
"And the friendship I have for you, Mr. Kit Cameron, is so nice and
real, that I'm going to keep it up."
Patty knew from the undertones of Kit's voice that he was very much
in earnest, and as she felt no interest in him beyond that of a good
friend, she shrank from wounding his feelings by letting him go on
further. And so she determinedly led the conversation further and
further away from personal matters, and soon she gaily declared that
it was getting too late for moonlight chat and she was going in the
house.
Kit followed her in, and though he showed in no way the appearance
of a rejected suitor, he was quieter than usual and less inclined to
merriment. "He'll get over it," said Patty to herself, after she
reached her room that night.
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