“Now, you must say good-bye, dear. You know this is long distance and not a local call!”
“I don’t care if it is! Tell me something,—Patty!”
“Oh, I can’t tell you that at long distance!”
“No; and if I hear your voice without seeing you, much longer, I’ll go off my head! Good-bye, then, you darling, Patty Blossom,——”
“Oh, Little Billee! Don’t! Somebody’ll hear you!”
“Let ’em! Good-bye, dearest,—my Best Beloved!”
“Good-bye!”
Patty hung up the receiver, and sat very still, her eyes shining like two big blue stars.
She hadn’t quite straightened out the valentine mixup in her mind yet, but she didn’t care! It was all right! Little Billee loved her just the same as ever,—if not more! And she had promised to marry him in June! It was a sudden step. She had realised she was engaged to him,—and would marry him some day; but she never had, even in her own mind, set any definite date.
“Well,” said Helen, coming in, “I discreetly stayed out, while you were telephoning, now I think I might be told if the call was from Washington.”