“None so blind as those who won’t see,” said Elise, who had finished brushing her hair, and now sank down on an ottoman by Patty’s side.
“Well, then, I’ll stay blind, for I don’t want to see devoted swains worshipping the Persian rugs I walk on! Though if you mean these beautiful rugs that are on all the floors of your house, Elise, I don’t know that I blame the swains so much. By the way, I suppose some of them are ‘prayer rugs’ anyway, so that makes it all the more appropriate.”
“Oh, Patty, you’re such a silly! You’re not like other girls.”
“You surprise me, Elise! Also you flatter me! I had an idea I belonged to the common herd.”
“Patty, will you be serious? Roger is terribly in love with you.”
“Really, Elise? How interesting! Now, what would you do in a case like that?”
“I’d consider it seriously, at any rate.”
Patty put one finger to her forehead, frowned deeply, and gazed into the fire for fully half a minute. Then she said:
“I’ve considered, Elise, and all I can think of is the ‘Cow who considered very well and gave the piper a penny.’ Do you suppose Roger would care for a penny?”
“He would, if you gave it to him,” returned Elise, who was almost petulant at Patty’s continued raillery.