"I don't know what it is about holidays," he remarked; "they make a fellow want to do nothing but lounge. Don't you feel the same, Patty?"
"I'm not sure," said Patty, so very chokily that Horace sat up and examined her with critical eyes.
"Why, what's the matter?" he exclaimed.
"Nothing," said Patty, "at least, not much."
"But you're crying."
It was such a self-evident statement that Patty did not reply.
"Have you been quarrelling with Muriel?"
"No. Oh no!"
"Then what is it?"
"It seems hardly worth while telling."