“Here you are,” said Patty, spearing the lemon with a little fork. “Now, Philip, listen to me. I want you to do all you can to make it pleasant for Bumble,—I mean, Helen, while she’s here.”
“Of course I will. I’m always nice to your friends, you know that.”
“I do know it, but I want you to be specially nice.”
“All right. Say, flowers tonight,—candy tomorrow,—opera invitation as soon as I can manage it,—a theatre party,——”
“There, there, now don’t overdo it! No; she doesn’t eat candy, but you may send some flowers.”
“Some to you too.”
“No; not to me——”
“Then not to her.”
“Oh, Phil, you said you’d be nice!”
“Well, I will; to both of you. But not to Bumble—I mean, Helen, alone.”