"What a question! How can I possibly tell, when a dozen well-behaved and serious-looking young men stand up like a class in school and say, one after another, 'May I have the honour of a dance, Miss Fairfield?' They all looked exactly alike to me. Except one. There was one boy, who looks so much like me he might be my brother. I never had a brother, and I've a good notion to adopt him as one."
"Don't! There's nothing so dangerous as adopting a young man for a brother! But I know who you mean,—Eddie Bell. He doesn't look a bit like you, but he HAS yellow curls and blue eyes."
"And pink cheeks," supplemented Patty.
"Yes, but not poppy cheeks; they're more the pink of a—of a—horsechestnut!"
"I think pink horsechestnut blooms are beautiful."
"Oh, you do, do you? And I suppose you think Eddie Bell is beautiful!"
"Well, there's no occasion for you to get mad about it if I do. Do you know, Mr. Cameron, you flare up very easily."
"If you'll call me Kit, I'll promise never to flare up again."
"Certainly, I'll call you Kit. I'd just as lieve as not; anything to oblige."
"And may I call you Patty?"