“How dare you!” she cried, and her eyes flashed with indignation.
But Philip stood calmly smiling at her.
“It’s entirely permissible,” he said, “when any Prince finds a Sleeping Beauty, to kiss her awake.”
“But I wasn’t asleep!” stormed Patty, “and you knew it!”
“You gave such a successful imitation of it, that I consider myself justified,” he returned. “And, anyway, it was only a little bit of a butterfly kiss, and it doesn’t really count.”
“No,” agreed Patty, rather relieved, “it doesn’t count.”
“But it counts that I have found you,” went on Philip. “You know the rest of the story, after the Prince kissed the Sleeping Beauty?”
“She had to go to the Country Club ball with him,” said Patty, laughing, as she danced away from him. “Be careful, Philip; we’ll wake baby May. Come on downstairs.”
“I found her,” announced Philip, somewhat unnecessarily; “and I was a blooming idiot not to know she was there all the time!”
“You sure were!” said Roger, when he heard the story. “Did you get a good rest, Patty?”