“It was!” answered Patty; “it most certainly was!”
“And you’re not crying as torrentially as you were?”
“I am not!” and Patty smiled like a Chessy cat. “In fact, I think I may assure you I shall never cry again; at least, not if I continue to feel as happy as I do at this present speaking.”
“Good for you, my fairy cousin! Now,—tell old Bumble all about it!”
So Patty told her.
“Well, of all things! Do you mean that he, just by chance, sent you a valentine exactly like the one you sent him?”
“Yes; and I suppose they’re all over. You know every year there’s some funny or clever one that has a vogue everywhere.”
“Queer, for him to select that for you!”
“It was, but I don’t care! He did, and I did, so we can’t blame each other. But I was the baddy one, because I distrusted him! He hadn’t a doubt of me! When he,—as he supposed,—got back the one he sent me, he called up and asked me to set our wedding-day!”
“Did he, really? Oh, Patty, that’s the sort of a man to marry! I always did like him, now I think he’s just perfectly stunning!”