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Page 44
"Nay, nay, fair sir; it suits me not, thus to be parcelled out. We
Eastern girls are not to be had for the asking."
The smile she flashed at him brought an answering smile to
Farnsworth's face, but as he stepped forward to urge her to grant
his wish, Patty slipped her hand in Roger's arm, and joined the
others who were already going to the dining-room.
She had quickly seen that this move on her part would leave
Farnsworth no choice but to escort Daisy Dow, for Roger had been
assigned to that fair maiden.
"What's up?" enquired Roger, as he obediently followed Patty's
whispered order to "come along and behave yourself."
"Nothing," returned Patty, airily; "I have to have my own way,
that's all; and as my old friend and comrade, you have to help me
to get it."
"Always ready," declared Roger, promptly, "but seems to me, Pitty-
Pat, the colossal cowboy is already a Willing Willy to your
caprices."
"Don't be silly, Roger. He's so unused to our sort of society that
he's willing to bow down at the shrine of any pretty girl."
"Oh, Patsy-Pat! Do you consider YOURSELF a pretty girl? How CAN
you think so? Your nose turns up, and I think you're a little
cross-eyed--"
"Oh, Roger, I am not!"
"Well, perhaps I'm mistaken about that; but you've a freckle on
your left cheek, and a curl on your right temple is out of place."
"It isn't! I fixed it there on purpose! It's supposed to look
coquettish."
"Very untidy!" and Roger glared in pretended disapproval at the
curl that had purposely been allowed to escape from the apple-
blossom wreath.
Patty liked Roger's fooling, for they were old chums and
thoroughly good friends, and it was one of his customary jokes to
pretend that he was trying to correct her tendency to personal
vanity.
Beside the house party, there were several other guests, mostly
Spring Beach cottagers, and the dinner was a gay one. Jack
Pennington sat at Patty's other side, and Farnsworth and Daisy Dow
were far away, near the head of the table.
"Dashing girl, Miss Dow," said Jack, as he looked at the vivacious
Daisy, who was entertaining those near her with picturesque
stories of Western life.
"Yes, indeed," said Patty; "and very clever and capable."
"Now, isn't it funny! Just from the way you say that, I know you
don't like her."
Patty was dismayed. If she didn't altogether like Daisy, she had
no wish to have other people aware of the fact.
"Oh, Jack, don't be mean. I DO like her."
"No, you don't; at least, not very much. She isn't your style."
"Well, then, if you think that, don't say it. I MUST like Mona's
guests."
"Yes, of course. Forgive a poor, blundering idiot! And don't
worry, Patty, no one shall ever know from me that you and the
Dashing Daisy aren't boon companions."
"You're so nice and understanding, Jacky boy, and I'm much
obliged. Do you remember the night you discovered who our chaperon
was, and you helped me out so beautifully?"
"Always glad to help the ladies. What are we doing to-night, after
this feast of fat things is over?"
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