“‘How much pleasanter this is than squabbling’”
“One lump?” said Patty, holding the sugar-tongs poised over a teacup, while she put her head on one side and smiled at her host.
“Two, please. It’s delightful to have some one make my tea for me, and you do it very prettily.”
“But, alas!” said Patty, in mock despair, “I’ll soon be supplanted here, by that ‘obstinate, cross-grained’ Lady Kitty.”
“Why are you so sure she’ll come back here to live?”
“Just give her the chance, and see,” said Patty, wagging her head sagaciously, as she poured her own tea.
“How much pleasanter this is than squabbling,” she observed, glancing happily at her host.
“Yes, or crying,” said he, a bit teasingly, and Patty blushed.
“That’s past history,” she said; “and now I’ll tell you my plan.”