"So I see," laughed Farnsworth, as he held out his hand. "Going? Why go yet? Hello, Van Reypen."
"Hello, Bill. Thought you were on your way to or from Arizona. How do you know where to vote, anyhow?"
"Guess at it. But I'm not going to live on the road so much as formerly. I've cleaned things up a bit, and shall sort of settle in New York from now on."
"Good! Glad to give you the freedom of our city. And you, Daisy? Are you going to live East, also?"
"Haven't decided yet," and Daisy glanced coquettishly at Farnsworth.
"Maybe so."
"Don't you go yet, Patty," begged Elise. "Stay a while longer, and we'll have tea,—chocolate, too, which I know you like better."
"'Course I'll stay," said Patty; "your chocolate is always the best ever. Order it up. What beautiful violets, Daisy."
"Yes, Bill bought them for me as we passed a florist's shop. I adore violets."
"What girl doesn't?" laughed Patty. "At least she adores having them bought for her."
"I don't," said Elise. "I'd rather have one rose than all the violets that ever bloomed in the spring, tra-la."