Patty's eyes danced. "You have the right idea about it," she said, nodding her head approvingly. "I don't so much mind a practical joke, if it is really a good one, and doesn't make the victim feel hurt or chagrined. But all the same, Mr. Kit, you can't get one off on me! I'm a little too wide-awake, as you'll find out."
"Would you take a wager?"
"I'm not in the habit of betting, but I'm willing for once. It's hardly fair, though, for I'm betting on a dead certainty."
"You mean you THINK you are! And I think I am, so the chances are even. What are the stakes?"
"I don't care: candy or books or flowers or anything."
"Nonsense, they're too prosaic. If I win, you're to give me a photograph of yourself."
"Oh, I almost never give my picture to my suitors. It isn't good form."
"But, if you're so sure that you will win, you needn't be afraid to promise it."
"All right, I promise; and, if I win, you may give me a perfectly beautiful picture frame, in which I shall put some other man's picture."
"How cruel you can be! But, as I'm sure of winning, I'm not afraid to take that up. A frame against a picture, then. But there must be a time limit."