“I know dad doesn’t; but—well, all the same, I do! Why, Patty, he’s awfully interesting, and he brings me flowers and candy and books——”
“Now, stop, Mona. You know you don’t care for those things! You can have all you want, without Mr. Lansing’s gifts. You like him, because he flatters you, and—well, I must admit that he has a way with him.”
“Oh, yes, Patty, he has! Why, when you know him, he’s really fascinating!”
“Well, don’t let him fascinate you. He’s loud, Mona. He’s not our sort. Now, do promise me to see less of him, won’t you? He seems to be calling on you very often.”
“Yes, he does. But how can I stop that? I can’t be rude to him.”
“Well, you can be cool. Every girl can discourage a man’s attentions, if she wants to.”
“H’m; you seem to know a great deal about it.”
“I only know what my common sense tells me. Mona, dear, do drop that man! Why, Roger is worth a dozen of him!”
“Roger’s all right,—but Mr. Lansing is so,—so,—well, he’s different.”
“He is, indeed! And that’s the trouble. The difference is all in Roger’s favour, if you only could see it.”