But now Van Reypen was striding toward them. Patty saw at a glance that Phil was at the end of his rope. No more of this nonsense for him.
She was right. As Blaney's attention was diverted for a moment, Phil said, "Patty, you're going right straight out of this. It's no place for you! I'm ashamed to have you here. Get your wraps, and we'll go, whether the Farringtons are ready or not. We can walk over to Pine Laurel,—it isn't far. Come."
"I won't do it!" Patty returned, crisply. "The idea, Phil, of your ordering me around like that! I want to stay, and I'm going to stay. You can go, if you like; I'll come home with Roger and the girls."
"But I don't like it, Patty, and I don't like to have you here.
It's—it's——"
"Well, what is it? I think it's great fun, and I'm going to see it out."
"Even if I ask you not to? Even if I beg you to go——"
"Even if you beg me on your bended knees! You're silly, Phil. It can't be wrong if the Farringtons stand for it."
"It isn't exactly wrong,—not wrong, you know,—but, well,—it's cheap."
"Oh, fiddlesticks! I like it. I don't mind it's being cheap, I'm tired of expensive things and glad of a change."
"Oh, I don't mean that way," and Van Reypen looked genuinely distressed. "I wouldn't care how poor people were, if they were——"