“Yes, and thank you kindly, sir. Or, rather, I thank your august aunt for the invitation.”
“No, thank me. As a matter of fact, I made up the party. So it’s really mine, though I accept Aunty Van’s box for the occasion.”
“’Tis well, fair sir. I thank thee greatly. What may I do for thee in return?”
Patty clasped her hands and looked a pretty suppliant, begging a favour.
“Give me half a dozen more dances,” replied Philip, taking her card to look at.
“Not one left,” said Patty, calmly.
“And most of them halves!” exclaimed Philip. “What a belle you are, Patty!”
“All the girls are,” she returned, carelessly, which, however, was not quite true. “But I’ll tell you what I will do. I’ll give you half of number sixteen. That’s Mr. Everson’s, but I’ll divide it. I told him I should.”
“You little witch! Did you save it for me?”
“M—m——,” and Patty slowly wagged her head up and down.