"A ramble through the park?"
"More woodsy than that. The park is almost like the city."
"Well, a picnic to Bronx Park, then, or Van Cortlandt."
"That sounds better. But I'll come to any party you make,—I know it will be lovely. Oh, I'll tell you, Patty, what I'd like best. To go on one of your Saturday afternoon jinks; with the queer, poor people, you know."
"They're not queer and they're not always very poor," returned Patty, seriously; "I'm afraid you'd tease them or make fun of them."
"Honest Injun, I wouldn't! Please let me go, and I'll be heavenly nice to them. They'll simply adore me! Please, pretty Patty!"
"Of course I will, since you've promised to be nice to them."
"Oh, you lovely Patty! Don't you sometimes get tired of being so pink and white?"
"Of course I do. I wish I could be brown and dark-eyed like you."
"You'd soon wish yourself back again. Can't you combine the woodsy party and the Happy Chaps, or whatever you call them?"