"Why, yes, if you like."
"Look here, you're altogether too indifferent about it."
"Oh, what a boy!" And Patty rolled her eyes up in despair. "If I don't want him to call me Patty, he doesn't like it; and if I do let him call me Patty, he isn't satisfied! What to do,—what to do!"
"You're a little tease,—THAT'S what you are!"
"And you're a big tease, that's what YOU are! I've heard you're even fond of practical jokes! Now, I detest practical jokes."
"That's an awful pity, for I mean to play one on you the very first chance I get."
"You can't do it?"
"Why can't I?"
"Because I'd discover it, and foil you."
"There's no such word as foil in my bright lexicon. I'll lay you a wager, if you like, that I play a practical joke on you, that you, yourself, will admit is clever and not unkind. That's the test of a right kind of a joke,—to be clever and not unkind."