“It’s been here all the time, but you’ve been so wrapped up in that Van Reypen chap that you had no eyes for anybody else, or anybody else’s sled! I’m downright jealous of that man, and I’ll be glad when he goes home.”
“Ah, now, Chub,” said Patty, coaxingly, “don’t talk to me scoldy! Don’t now; will you, Chubsy?”
“Yes, I will, if you like him better than you do me.”
“Why, goodness, gracious, sakes alive! I’ve known him for years, and I’ve only known you a few days!”
“That doesn’t matter. I’ve only known you a few days, and I’m head over heels in love with you!”
“Wow!” exclaimed Patty, “but this is sudden! Do you know, it’s so awful swift, I don’t believe it can be the real thing!”
“Do you know what the Real Thing is?”
“Haven’t a notion.”
“Mayn’t I tell you?”
“No, sir-ee. You see, I don’t want to know for years yet! Why can’t people let me alone?”