“Nonsense! I won’t let her. You trust your Aunt Patty! Why my middle name is Tact!”
“I know it, Miss Fairfield, I know all that, and you’re awfully good to me, but,—oh, well, I s’pose I’m jealous.”
“I s’pose you are,” Patty laughed at him. “You wouldn’t be any good if you weren’t! But you know, faint heart and all that. Don’t be faint-hearted, that’s not the thing for a soldier, at all!”
“All right, I’ll cheer up. You’re a good friend, Miss Fairfield——”
“Oh, call me Patty, I’d rather you would.”
“All right and thank you. First names for us, after this. Now don’t think me silly, but,—won’t you do all you can to—to——”
“To turn our Helen’s heart in your direction? Indeed I will, Chester, and gladly. But, take my word for it, she likes you better than anybody else, right now.”
“Oh, Patty, do you think so?”
“I know so. Bumble,—Helen, I mean, is a dear, but she isn’t quite sure of her own mind. Oh, don’t you worry, Chester, my friend, all will yet be well.”
“But look at her now. She’s terribly taken with that chap named Herron. See her look at him!”