“I do like you a whole lot, anyway; but I don’t love you and I’m not going to love anybody, ever! I do think being grown-up is a regular nuisance, and I wish I was a little girl again, with my hair down my back!”
“Incidentally, your hair is down your back.”
“Well, I don’t care,” and Patty shook her curly mane. “I wear it that way in tableaux and things, so what’s the difference?”
“There isn’t any difference. We’ll pretend you’re a tableau.”
“All right, I’ll be Patience on a Monument, waiting for some supper.”
“That was Little Tommy Tucker.”
“No; he sang for his supper. I’m not going to sing.”
“For Heaven’s sake, don’t! Your top notes would bring the whole crowd down here! Patty, if you’ll promise to love me some time, I’ll stop teasing you now.”
“Oh, Philip, I’d do ’most anything to have you stop teasing me now! But how can I tell who I’m going to love when I get old enough to love anybody?”
“Well, you don’t love anybody yet, do you?”