"You know perfectly well," she went on, standing across the room from him, and shaking a little pink forefinger at him, "you know perfectly well, Kenneth-boy, that we're not a bit suited to each other. I go through life the way I just flew around the room; and you go this way:" Patty dropped her arms at her side and marched stiffly around the room with a military air, gazing straight ahead of her.
"Now, how COULD we ever keep step?" she said, pausing in front of him and looking up into his face.
"I'm afraid you're right, Patty," and Kenneth looked at her with serious eyes. "But I WANT you so!" and he held out his arms.
"Nay, nay, Pauline," and Patty danced away again. "Who gets me, I think, will have to swoop down in an aeroplane, and grabble me all up and fly away with me!"
"Where do they keep aeroplanes for sale?" inquired Kenneth, looking at her meditatively.
"You dear old Ken!" and Patty danced up to him again and laid her hand on his arm. "Isn't that just exactly like you! You'd go right off and buy an airship, I believe, and try to come swooping after me!"
"Indeed I would, if it were practicable and possible."
"Yes, that's your motto: practical and possible. But you see, Mr. Ken,
I like the impractical and the impossible."
"Supposing, then, that I take up those things as a serious study?"
"Oh, yes, a SERIOUS study! Is everything serious with you?"