“Is it far?”
“No; only about five miles; we’ll be back for luncheon. How did you sleep, after your late supper?”
“All right,” and Patty smiled back into Philip’s face. “But I wasn’t hungry for my breakfast.”
“I should say not! You ate enough last night for two little girls like you!”
“There aren’t two little girls like me!” said Patty, with twinkling eyes, and Philip exclaimed: “Indeed, there aren’t! I say, Patty, my Princess Patty, do be engaged to me, won’t you?”
“No, you ridiculous boy, I won’t! And if you say another word on the subject, I’ll be real downright mad at you!”
“Very well, I won’t. Now, see here, Princess, do you mean to go to this masquerade ball with me? For, if not, I’m not coming back here for New Year’s.”
“Why, of course, I’m going with you. Who else?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure. But there would be plenty glad to take you.”
“Pooh! I know that. But I want to go with you. What shall we wear?”