"Kenneth, does love come by trying?" and Patty looked into Kenneth's face, with a wide-eyed, serious gaze.
"I don't know why it shouldn't. Take time, dearest, to think about it, if you want to, but don't say no, irrevocably."
"Is a woman's no ever irrevocable?" And a smile dimpled Patty's face.
"Oh, Patty, you are so sweet when you smile like that! Please say you'll think about it."
"It won't do any good to think about it, Ken. If ever I marry anybody, it'll be somebody that I know I'm in love with, without thinking about it."
"There isn't anybody, is there, Patty, that you know you're in love with?"
"No, there isn't," and Patty's honest eyes showed that she spoke the truth. "But I'll tell you what, Ken, YOU try to like somebody else. Marie Homer is perfectly lovely! or,—there is Elise——"
"Hush, Patty, you don't know what you're talking about. I'm in love with you,—and you needn't suggest other girls to me."
"They're a great deal nicer than I am," said Patty, thoughtfully.
"Rubbish! You're the only girl in the world for me, and I want YOU. Are you sure there's nobody you like better than me, Patty?"