Patty put her little hand into his, and in that understanding clasp, they buried the subject never to refer to it again.
"Oh, no, I'm not really bigger than you," she said, lightly.
"Not physically, no," he returned, looking down at her. "If you were, I couldn't toss you into a treetop!"
"You got out of that beautifully with Aunt Adelaide," and Patty laughed at the recollection. "But I'm going to scold you for picking me up in that unceremonious fashion."
"I know,—it WAS dreadful! But,—perhaps I did it on a sudden impulse,—you know,—you forgive THOSE!"
Patty remembered her defence of Daisy, and couldn't repress a smile at the boy's wheedlesome argument.
"Well, don't let it happen again," she said with an attempt at extreme hauteur.
But Farnsworth replied, "When I get a real good chance, I'm going to pick you up and carry you a million miles away."
"Catch me first!" cried Patty, and darting away from him, she ran like a deer toward the house.
Farnsworth stood looking after her, but made no move to follow.