"I s'pose all girls have to go through
with these scenes, sooner or later. But I didn't mind Kit so much,
because he was nice and sensible about it."
Then Daisy came in for a kimono confab, and perched herself on the
edge of Patty's bed.
"What's the matter between you and Bill Farnsworth, Patty?" she
asked without prelude of any sort.
"Nothing," said Patty, as she took the hairpins from a long shining
strand of hair.
"There is, too. He asked me why you were so cool to him."
"He did! Well, I'm sure I don't know what he meant, for I wasn't
cool to him,--or anything else. I treated him politely, as I would
any casual friend."
"Politely! I saw you refuse to dance with him, myself. If you call
THAT polite!"
"If you want to know, Daisy, that was because he didn't want to
dance with me. He said he only asked me because Adele insisted upon
it."
"Patty, it's none of my business, but I do think you might be nicer
to Bill, for I know he thinks an awful lot of you."
"Why, Daisy Dow! why should he think a lot of me when he's as good
as engaged to another girl?"
"Engaged! Bill Farnsworth engaged! nothing of the sort. I know
better."
"But he is. Adele told me so. Or, if he isn't engaged, he's very
much in love with a girl named Kitty.
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