“Yes, that’s it. And what am I to stand out against Uncle Samuel?”
“That’s right, be patriotic and you will be happy,—you are a nice child, Patty.”
“You would be, if you weren’t so silly!”
“Me silly! Ah, well, better judges are better pleased!”
Helen rolled her eyes skyward, in mock resignation, and then began to finger over Patty’s engagement book.
“Tonight, Elise’s party,” she read; “will that be fun?”
“Oh, yes, she has lovely parties. And, write it in there for me, Bumble, we’ve decided on next Monday night for a party for the boys in khaki.”
“All right, I’ll put it down. Who did the deciding?”
“Phil and I, last night. He says he’ll make application to the Y. M. C. A. committee or something and have them send us the pick of the lot.”
“How funny! The best-looking ones? Do they have to pass an exam for it?”