“Patty, don’t giggle! I’m serious. Oh, Patty, Patty, do forgive me!”
“I’ll forgive you anything, if you’ll tell me what’s the matter, and convince me that you haven’t lost your mind. Now, Christine, don’t you dare ask me to forgive you again, until you tell me what for!”
“Well, you see, you were away all summer.”
“Yes, so I was,” agreed Patty, in bewilderment.
“And you have been so busy socially this fall and winter, I haven’t seen much of you.”
“No,” agreed Patty, still more deeply mystified.
“And—and—Gil—Mr. Hepworth hasn’t either——”
“Oh!” cried Patty, a great light breaking in upon her; “oh,—oh!—OH!! Christine, do you mean it? Oh, how perfectly lovely! I’m so glad!”
“You’re glad?” and Christine opened her eyes in amazement.
“Why, of course I’m glad, you silly! Did you think I wanted him? Oh, you Blessed Goose!”