"You're quite right, and I won't do it again. But on a night not quite so cold, that balcony, flooded with moonlight, must be a romantic spot."
"It is, indeed," said Mrs. Homer, smiling. "My young people think so; and I hope you will have many opportunities in the future to see it for yourself."
"Your young people? Have you other children besides Marie?"
"Yes; I have a daughter who is away at boarding-school. And, also, I have a nephew, whose home is in this same building."
"Is he here to-night?"
"No; Kit hates dances. Of course, that's because he doesn't dance himself. He's a musician."
"Kit? What a funny name."
"It's Christopher, really, Christopher Cameron; but he's such a happy-go-lucky sort of chap, we naturally call him Kit."
"I think I should like him," said Patty. "Would he like me?"
"No," said Mrs. Homer, her eyes twinkling at Patty's look of amazement. "He detests girls. Even my daughters, his cousins, are nuisances, he says. Still he likes to come down here and sit on my balcony, and tease them. He lives with his parents in the apartment just above us."