"
"I don't want my car fixed."
"You prefer to stay here?"
"I do."
"Alone?"
"Alone." Patty tried very hard to look like a stone image but only
succeeded in looking like a very pretty pink-cheeked girl.
However, at her last word, and when Patty was just about to break
into a dimpled smile, Farnsworth achieved a most dignified and
conventional bow, replaced his cap, and without another glance at
Patty, deliberately got into his car and drove away. He passed
Patty, continuing east, and in a few moments was lost to sight, as
he flew down the road at a swift pace.
"Well!" remarked Miss Patricia Fairfield, aloud. "Well! Hooray for
you, Little Billee! I didn't know you had it in you to act like
that! But"--and her face clouded a little--"I suppose your head is
so full of Kitty Morton that you don't care what becomes of Patty
Fairfield! H'm."
Patty sat still for some time, thinking over this new episode. She
had been rude to Farnsworth, and she had done it purposely. But she
was accustomed to having young men laugh at her pertness and chuckle
over her sauciness.
One or two cars passed her, but as she scrutinised the drivers, they
did not seem to be just the type of whom she cared to ask help; but
presently a small car came toward her, driven by a frank-looking,
pleasant-faced young man.
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