Without knowing why,
she desired to inflict a hurt on the man who was smiling at her.
"I beg your pardon," she said, coldly, "I thought you were a
stranger."
"I'll be a stranger, if you like," and Farnsworth bowed profoundly.
"Very well, I wish you would. Pray proceed with your journey," and
Patty bowed, and turned her head toward the opposite landscape.
"But you would ask a stranger to help you," said Farnsworth, feeling
a strong desire to shake the exasperating little pink figure.
"Not every stranger," said Patty. "I am waiting to select the one I
want."
"Oh, DO select me! I'm an awfully nice stranger, and incidentally, I
could fix that car of yours in a jiffy."
"Did Adele order you to fix this car?" and Patty's blue eyes gave
Bill a look of withering scorn.
"No, she did not."
"Then I can't think of allowing you to do it. I don't want you to do
ANYTHING for me except at Adele's orders!"
"You little goose! I've a notion to kidnap you, wild roses and all,
and take you off in my car."
"Did Adele order you to do THAT?"
"Patty, stop this nonsense! Of course I know what you mean, that I
asked you to dance in Adele's name, instead of in my own."
"Yes; I admit I prefer to be asked to dance, personally, and not vi-
vike--"
"Vicariously is the word you are floundering over," said Farnsworth
with utmost gravity; "well, now, I'll fix your car vicariously, or
personally, or any old way you like,--if you'll just behave yourself
and smile upon me.
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