"I—I feel as if I ought to call you Miss Fairfield."
"Well, call me that if you like, I don't mind. Call me Miss Smith or Miss Brown, if you want to—I don't care what you call me, if you'll only ask me to dance."
"Come on, then," said Kenneth; and in a moment they were whirling in the waltz, and the boy's momentary embarrassment was entirely forgotten.
CHAPTER XXIII
AMBITIONS
"There!" said Kenneth, after the dance was over, "you look more like your old self now."
"I haven't lost any hairpins, have I?" said Patty, putting up her hands to her fluffy topknot.
"No, but you've lost that absurd dressed-up look."
"I'm getting used to my new frock. Don't you like it?"
"Yes, of course I do. I like everything you wear, because I like you. In fact, I think I like you better than any girl I ever saw."