“Didn’t, neither.”
“Yes, you did, and I’m going to hold you to your promise. You promised——”
“‘Rose, you promised!’” sang Patty, humming a foolish little song that was an old-fashioned favourite.
“Yes, you did promise, you exasperating little Rose, you! And I’m going to keep you prisoner here, until you make it good! Patty, you said you’d look into your heart, and tell me what you found there.”
“Goodness me, Philip, did I really say that? Well, it will take me an awful long while to tell you all that’s in it.”
“Really, Patty? Did you find so much?”
“Yes, heaps of things.”
“But I mean about me.”
“Oh, about you! Why, I don’t know that there’s anything there at all about you.”
“Oh, yes, there is; you can’t fool me that way. Now, Patty, do be serious. Look in your heart, and see if there isn’t a little love for me?”