"Well, and so I give you this one in return. Will you wear it sometimes?"
"I'll wear it often, it's so lovely. And SO becoming,—isn't it?"
Naughty Patty smiled most provokingly up into the big blue eyes that looked intently at her.
"Becoming?" he said. "Yes, it IS! What isn't becoming to you, you little beauty?"
"There, there, don't flatter me!" and Patty cast down her eyes demurely. "Oh, Jack, is this our dance?" And with a saucy bow, Patty left Big Bill, and strolled away on Jack Pennington's arm.
"You're a regular out and out belle to-night, Patty," he said, frankly.
"All the men are crazy over you, and all the girls are envious."
"'Tisn't me," said Patty, meekly. "It's this ridiculous green rig and my unkempt hair."
"Shouldn't wonder," returned Jack, teasingly; "girls always look best in fancy dress."
"So do the boys," Patty retorted. "Isn't Bill Farnsworth stunning in that Neptune toga,—or whatever it's called?"
"Pooh, you'd think he was stunning in anything, wouldn't you?"