"Yes, you, you saucer-eyed doll! One day, he was shining brightly all over the place, and the next, he was like a thunder cloud, and departed straightway for the wild and woolly."
"Oh, well, Elise, I can't feel sure that it's precisely your affair; but, as you show a polite interest, I don't mind telling you that we quarrelled."
"About Philip Van Reypen."
"Clairvoyant! Well, if you will have it so,—yes."
"Oh, Patty, then you do like Phil better than Mr. Farnsworth!"
"Do I?"
"You must! or you never would have sent one away because of the other. And, Patty, you did just right. Phil Van Reypen is worth a dozen of that Western giant. He's nice, Mr. Farnsworth is, but Philip is so much more—oh,—aristocratic and—and smart-looking, you know."
"Bill is smart enough," said Patty, thoughtfully.
"I don't mean smart in the sense of clever, but——"
"I know; you mean well-dressed and fashionable."