But Elise was decided, so away she went, and of course, Roger went too.
“And I’m going,” said Kenneth, as Patty, having followed Elise out into the hall, he joined them there.
“Oh; don’t you go, Ken,” said Patty.
“Yes, I’d rather. When Hepworth comes you get so grown-up all of a sudden. With your ‘Oh, how do you do?’ and your tea.”
Kenneth mimicked Patty’s voice, which did sound different when she spoke to Mr. Hepworth.
“Ken, you’re very unjust,” said Patty, her cheeks flushing; “of course I have to give Mr. Hepworth tea when he asks for it; and if I seem more ‘grown-up’ with him, it’s because he’s so much older than you are.”
“He is, indeed! About twelve years older! Too old to be your friend. He ought to be calling on Mrs. Fairfield.”
“He is. He calls on us both. I think you’re very silly!”
This conversation had been in undertones, while Elise was donning her hat and furs, and great was her curiosity when Patty turned from Kenneth, with an offended or hurt expression on her face.
“What’s the matter with you two?” she asked, bluntly.