Patty’s very soul looked out of her earnest eyes, and Farnsworth kissed her reverently, “I know you will, darling. Now, you’ve helped me a lot already by your cheery and pleasant attitude about my going away——”
“But I don’t know all about it yet.”
“I don’t know much myself. I’ll have further instructions soon——”
“And a uniform?”
“Of course. I’ll rank as a Captain, and——”
“Oh, Captain Bill! How I will love you then! Come in the other room, I must tell of it! Nan, Billee’s going to have a uniform!”
“Heavenly!” cried Helen Barlow. “Oh, I adore uniforms! And Mr. Farnsworth will be stunning in one!”
“You may call him Bill, if you like,” said Patty, in the generosity of her enthusiasm.
“All right,” said Helen, “but I don’t think it suits him. William is much more dignified.”
“Make it William, then,” and Farnsworth smiled at the saucy-faced girl.