"
After dinner, Philip held Patty to her promise of going for a walk.
She didn't care about it especially, really preferring to stay with
the gay group gathered on the veranda, but Philip urged it, and
Patty allowed herself to be persuaded.
The country all around Fern Falls was beautiful, and a favourite
walk was down to the Falls themselves, which were a series of small
cascades tumbling down a rocky ravine.
Philip turned their steps this way, and they sauntered along the
winding footpath that followed down the side of the falls.
"It is lovely here," said Patty, as she sat down on a rock for a
short rest. "But I wouldn't want to live in the country all the year
around, would you, Philip?"
"Not if you didn't like it, dear. Suppose we have two homes, one in
the city and one in the country?"
"Homes for lunatics, do you mean?" and Patty favoured the young man
with a wide-eyed gaze of inquiry.
"You know very well what I mean," and Philip returned her gaze with
one of calm regard. "You know why I brought you out here this
afternoon, and you know exactly what I'm going to say to you. Don't
you?"
"Not EXACTLY," and Patty drew a roguish frown; "they all word it
differently, you know.
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