“But that man does.”
“Then cut him out! Why, Roger, you’re worth a dozen Lansings, and if you want to marry Mona, why don’t you tell her so?”
“Oh, Patty, do you think I’d have the ghost of a chance?”
“I certainly do. That is, if Mona has a grain of sense in that pretty head of hers.”
“Well,—say, Patty,—this sounds queer, I know,—but you and I are such pals,—couldn’t you just say a good word for——”
“Roger Farrington! the idea! I never supposed you were bashful!”
“I never was before,—but I’m a little afraid of Mona. She’s so,—so decided, you know.”
“Very well. Make her decide in your favour. But, mark my words, young man, you’ll never win her by getting grumpy and sour just because she smiles on another man. In fact, you’d better praise Mr. Lansing. That would be the best way to make her lose interest in him.”
“Patty Fairfield! I’m ashamed of you. I always knew you were a flirt, but anything like that would be downright deception.”
“Oh, fiddle-de-dee! All’s fair in love and war. You’re too matter-of-fact, Roger,—too staid and practical. Brace up and tease Mona. Get her guessing—and the game will be all in your own hands.”