"That's a facer!" said Kit. "Well, Marie, my dear, as you haven't THAT virtue, am I to conclude you haven't any?"
"That's very pretty," and Patty nodded, approvingly; "but I want to stop this game before it's my turn, for I'm too sensitive to have my faults held up to the public eye."
"But we haven't quarrelled yet," said Kit, who looked disappointed.
"Why do you like to quarrel so much?" asked Patty.
"Because it's such fun to kiss and make up."
"Is it?" asked Patty; "I'd like to see it done, then. You and Ken quarrel, and then let us see you kiss and make up."
"Harper is too good-natured to quarrel and I'm not good-natured enough to kiss him," said Kit. "I guess I won't quarrel to-day, after all. I can't seem to get the right partner. Let's try some other game. Want to go over to the club and bowl?"
"Yes, indeed," cried Patty; "I'd love to."
So the four young people bundled into fur coats, and motored over to the country club.
They were all good players and enjoyed their game till Kit reminded them that it was nearly luncheon time, and they went back to the house.
"How is Babette?" Patty inquired, as their hostess appeared at luncheon.