“Yes, indeed,” she replied to his insinuation. “I love to be bossed!”
“Oh, Patty, don’t lose your wilfulness,—that’s one of your charms.”
“Not any more. You don’t know, Phil, how an engaged girl loves to be told what she may and what she may not do. And, incidentally, I’ve no desire to break my neck before my wedding-day!”
“Oh, don’t think I’d take you flying until I was sure of my own powers.”
“Powers are not all of it,” Farnsworth said, “accidents are unavoidable, even in the best regulated airships. But that matter is settled. How do you like the air game, Phil?”
“Top notch! I was cut out for an aviator,—I feel it. There’s no sport like it! Though I don’t take it exactly as a sport. I’m making a very serious business of it.”
“Good for you! That’s the way to talk. Now, people and friends, I’m going to ask you all to go away from this place and let me have a little time alone with Patty, or else, stay here and let us go somewhere else.”
Patty gasped at this high-handed suggestion, but was truly pleased, for she hated to have Farnsworth and Van Reypen together, and too, she wanted to see Little Billee alone.
Nan, always helpful, hustled them all out to another room, and left the lovers in possession of the library.
“He is splendid,” said Bumble as they went to the family sitting-room. “Doesn’t he look fine in uniform!”