“And what about my wants?”
“Yes; what about them? You want to talk to me, don’t you?”
His tone and smile were so roguishly eager that Patty felt a strong liking for this big, boyish chap.
“I’ll talk for ten minutes,” she said, “and then we’re going to dance, I believe.”
“Oh, and then they’ll all be after you! I say,” and he drew her toward a window, from where the moonlight could be plainly seen, “Let’s go out and skate. The ice is fine!”
“Skate! You must be crazy!”
“Yes; I supposed you’d say so! But to-morrow more people are coming, and I’ll never see anything of you. Say, how about this? Are you game to get up and go for an early morning skate, just with me, and not let anybody else know?”
“I’d like that!” and Patty’s eyes sparkled, for she dearly loved early morning fresh air. “Of course, we’ll tell Adèle.”
“Yes; so she’ll have some breakfast made for us. But nobody else. How about eight o’clock? Regular breakfast will be at nine-thirty.”
“Good! I’ll be ready at eight.”