“Oh, are you getting old enough to need a companion?”
“I sure am! I’m twenty-six, and that’s the very exact age when a man wants a companion, or, at any rate, this man does. Will you, Patty Precious?”
“I dunno. Tell me more about these entertainments.”
“Well, they should comprise all the best ones that are to be found on the face of the earth. And when you tired of them, I would make up new ones.”
“Parties?”
“Yes, parties of every sort. Dances, theatre parties, motor parties, dinner parties,——”
“And little twosy parties,—just you and me all alone?”
“Patty! you witch! do you want to drive me crazy? Now, just for that, you’ve got to say yes, and live here with me, and have all the little twosy parties you want!”
“But, Philip, I proposed them, you didn’t!” and Patty pouted until her scarlet lips looked like a cleft cherry.
“Because I didn’t dare. Do you suppose I let myself think that you would care for such?”