"Own up what? that I'd rather see you than any other belle? Certainly, I'll own that. But my time is up. You know we were only to gaze once into each other's eyes and then part forever!" And Kit gazed into her eyes as if it were indeed the last time.
"That'll do," said Patty, laughing again. "The farce is over. Now come and be real. Your own beautiful real self. Come and meet my friends."
"Who?" said Kit, as he accompanied Patty across the street.
"Here he is," sang out Patty, as they reached the car. "Mrs. Kenerley,—Miss Dow,—may I present Mr. Cameron, the celebrated violin virtuoso."
Adele greeted him warmly, and Daisy smiled on him, and Cameron's own delightful manner soon made them all friends.
"Jump in and go home with us, Mr. Cameron," said Adele, turning down a side seat in the car.
"But my stay in Maple Bank is limited," said Kit. "I'm due to take the next train back to New York."
"Come back with us to tea, anyway," said Adele.
"You can stay to dinner, too," said Patty, "and take a late train down from Fern Falls."
"But you see, though I dressed with particular care to meet a very charming young lady, I didn't expect to dine with her."