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Page 37
"This is your punishment," said Patty, gaily, paying no attention
to his fooling. "You are not to tell of this episode! I know
you'll want to, for it IS a good joke, but I should be
unmercifully teased. And as you owe me something for--for putting
me in a false position----"
"Delightful position!" murmured the young man.
"You owe me SOMETHING," went on Patty, severely, "and I claim your
promise not to tell any one,--not even Mona,--what you did."
"I WON'T tell," was the fervent reply. "I swear I won't tell! It
shall be OUR secret,--yours and mine. Our sweet secret, and we'll
have another some day."
"What!"
"Another secret, I mean. What DID you think I meant? Any one is
liable to have a secret,--any two, I mean. And we might chance to
be the two."
"You're too big to talk such nonsense," and Patty ran a scornful
eye over the six feet three of broad and weighty masculinity.
"Oh, I KNOW how big I am. PLEASE don't rub THAT in! I've heard it
ever since I was out of dresses. Can't you flatter me by
pretending I'm small?"
"I could make you FEEL small, if I told you what I really thought
of you."
"Well, do that, then. What DO you think of me?"
"I think you very rude and--"
"You don't think any such thing,--because you KNOW I mistook you
for Mona, and it's not rude to kiss one's cousin."
"Is she your cousin? She never told me so."
"Well, her grandfather's stepdaughter's sister-in-law married my
grandmother's second cousin twice removed."
"Oh, then you're not very nearly related."
"No; that's why we don't look more alike. But, do you know my
name? Or shall I introduce myself?"
"I fancy you're Big Bill Farnsworth, aren't you?"
"Yes,--but DON'T call me big, PLEASE!"
"No, I'll call you Little Billee. How's that?"
"That's lovely! Now, what may I call you?"
"Miss Fairfield."
The big man made an easy and graceful bow. "I am delighted to meet
you, Miss Fair--Fair, with golden hair. Pardon me, I've a terrible
memory for names, but a good reserve fund of poetry."
"Miss Fairfield, my name is. Pray don't forget it again."
"If you're so curt, I shall think it's a Fairfield and no favour!
You're not mad at me, are you?"
"Certainly not. One can't get mad at an utter stranger."
"Oh, I don't think people who kiss people can be classed as utter
strangers."
"Well, you will be, if you refer to that mistake again! Now,
remember, I forbid you ever to mention it,--to me, or to any one
else. Here comes Mona."
Mona and Daisy Dow appeared in the doorway, and seeing Bill, made
a dash at him. The young man kissed Mona heartily, and as he did
so, he smiled at Patty over Mona's shoulder. He shook hands with
Daisy, and soon the three were chatting gaily of old school days.
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