“No, I won’t,” agreed Patty.
After a while, Philip asked that he be allowed to drive, and, as Patty was quite willing to be an idle passenger, they changed seats.
“I’m sorry that I have to call you Miss Fairfield,” said Philip, resignedly, as they were once more spinning along. “It’s so formal it takes away all the pleasure of our conversation.”
“Too bad,” said Patty, demurely; “but do you know I rather like formality, Mr. Van Reypen.”
“I’m glad you do, Miss Fairfield. It’s a charming day, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mr. Van Reypen; delightful,” returned Patty, and then the conversation lagged.
“I want to tell you something,” said Patty, suddenly. “I don’t feel quite honest, and I want to ’fess up.”
“What is it, Miss Fairfield?”
“Why, it’s just this. You know this morning, when Kenneth delayed you, and you lost our race?”
“Yes.”