"Soon daisies fade from the sloping fields
They graced when spring was new;
And golden-rod alone on the hills
Proclaims the summer through;
Then heigh-ho! and alack! and well-a-way!
Is a second love less true?
Be speedily off with the old love,
And speedily on with the new!"
"That is simply abominable!" Patty exclaimed. "He had no idea what love is!"
"I understand that to imply that you do," Mr. Putnam said critically.
"Women know that by intuition."
"Oh!"
"Every woman desires the sort of love Suckling describes," she said insistently, standing at the window, with her back toward her companion.
"I beg your pardon," he said. "Taste in love is as different as taste in flavors."
"But every one must desire true love."
"True love is no more palatable to all than is honey."