“Yes; only it was interrupted so soon,” and Patty returned Philip’s meaning glance with a saucy smile.
“Well,” Roger went on, “now you two will have to go to the masquerade together. I suppose you’ll go as Jack and Jill?”
“No,” said Philip, “I think fairy tales are much prettier than Mother Goose rhymes. We’re going as the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood, and the Fairy Prince. Only, of course, the Sleeping Beauty will be awake for the occasion. Shall I bring up your costume when I return next week, Patty?”
“I might like to have a voice in deciding on the part I shall take,” said Patty, with a show of spirit.
“But you did decide it! I never should have thought of appearing as ‘Prince Charming,’ if you hadn’t——”
“That will do, Philip!” said Patty, turning very pink.
“Go on, Phil!” cried Roger. “If she hadn’t what?”
“If she hadn’t said I’d look so sweet in a light blue satin coat,” replied Philip, pretending to look confused.
“Oh, pshaw! She didn’t say that,” declared Roger. “And beside, you won’t!”
“Oh, yes, he will,” said Patty. “Those court suits are lovely,—all silver lace and cocked hats! Oh, Philip, do wear one of those! And I’ll write to Nan, to get me a costume. What are you going to wear, Mona?”