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Page 40
"Now, Roger, AM I that kind of a goose?"
"Well, you're blossoming out so, and getting so growny-uppy
looking, I'm 'fraid you won't be my little Patty-friend much
longer."
"'Deed I shall! Don't you worry about that. How do you think Mona
is looking?"
"Fine! Lots better than when I saw her in May. She dresses better,
don't you think?"
"Yes, I guess she does," said Patty, demurely, with no hint as to
WHY Mona's appearance had improved. "She's an awfully nice girl,
Roger."
"Yes, I always said so. And you and she help each other. Sort of
reaction, you know. What do we do down here?"
"Oh, there are oceans of things planned. Parties of all sorts, and
picnics, and dances, and motor trips, and every old thing. How
long can you stay?"
"I'm invited for a week, but I may have to go home sooner. Isn't
that Western chap immense?"
For some ridiculous reason, Patty blushed scarlet at the mere
mention of Mr. Farnsworth.
"What the--oh, I say, Patty! You're not favouring him, are you?
Why, you've only just met him to-day, haven't you?"
"Yes, certainly; I never saw him before. No, I'm not favouring
him, as you call it."
"Then why are you the colour of a hard-boiled lobster? Patty! quit
blushing, or you'll burn up!"
"Don't, Roger; don't be silly. I'm NOT blushing."
"Oh, no! You're only a delicate shade of crimson vermilion! Well,
if you want him, Patty, I'll get him for you. Do you want him
now?"
"No! of course I don't! Do be still, Roger! And stop that foolish
smiling! Well, then, I'm going to talk to Adele Kenerley."
Patty ran away from Roger, who was decidedly in a teasing mood,
and seated herself beside the pretty young matron.
"Such a GOOD child," Mrs. Kenerley was saying; "she NEVER cries,
and she's SO loving and affectionate."
"Oh, she's a heavenly baby!" cried Mona, in raptures of
appreciation, and then along came the baby's father, fresh from
his ocean dip.
"You must choke off my wife," he said, smiling, "if she gets
started on a monologue about that infant prodigy! She can keep it
up most of the hours out of the twenty-four, and go right over it
all again next day!"
"And why not?" cried Mona. "SUCH a baby deserves appreciation. I
can hardly wait till to-morrow to wake her up and play with her."
"She's a good enough kiddy," said the proud young father, trying
to hide his own enthusiasm.
"Now, Jim," cried his wife, "you know perfectly well you're a
bigger idiot about that child than I am! Why, would you believe,
Mona--"
"There, there, Adele, if you're going to tell anecdotes of my
parental devotion, I'm going to run away! Come on, Farnsworth,
let's go for a stroll, and talk over old times."
The two men walked off together, and the party generally broke up.
Most of them went to their rooms to rest or dress for dinner, and
Patty concluded that she would grasp the opportunity to write a
letter to Nan, a task which she enjoyed, but rarely found time
for.
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