“Oh, pshaw! I mean things made by man.”
“Great pictures,” she suggested.
“Their perfection is a matter of opinion. One man deems a picture perfect, another man does not. But a crystal ball is indubitably perfect.”
“Indubitably is an awful big word,” said Patty. “I’m afraid of it.”
“Never mind,” said Kenneth, kindly, “I won’t let it hurt you.”
Then the doorbell rang, and in a moment in came Elise and Roger.
“Hello, Ken,” said Elise. “We came for Patty to go skating. Will you go, too?”
“I can’t go to-day,” said Patty, “I’m too tired. And it’s too late, anyway. You stay here, and we’ll have tea.”
“All right, I don’t care,” said Elise, taking off her furs.
The quartette gathered round the library fire, and Jane brought in the tea things.