Patty was dismayed. If she didn't altogether like Daisy, she had no wish to have other people aware of the fact.
"Oh, Jack, don't be mean. I DO like her."
"No, you don't; at least, not very much. She isn't your style."
"Well, then, if you think that, don't say it. I MUST like Mona's guests."
"Yes, of course. Forgive a poor, blundering idiot! And don't worry, Patty, no one shall ever know from me that you and the Dashing Daisy aren't boon companions."
"You're so nice and understanding, Jacky boy, and I'm much obliged. Do you remember the night you discovered who our chaperon was, and you helped me out so beautifully?"
"Always glad to help the ladies. What are we doing to-night, after this feast of fat things is over?"
"Nothing especial; dance a little, I suppose, sit around on the veranda, sing choruses, and that sort of thing."
"There's a glorious full moon. Couldn't we escape for a little spin?
Just a very short one, in my runabout?"
"Yes, I'd love to. Or we could take my runabout."