"Why, yes, if you want me to. There's Daisy Dow."
"Yes, there's Daisy Dow. But here's Patty Fairfield. I'd ever so much rather marry her! How about it, Poppycheek?"
"Nonsense, Kit, don't be silly."
"It isn't silly. You said you wanted me to be married and I'm awfully anxious to please you."
"Oh, do you want to marry me just to please me?"
"Well, I'm interested in the scheme on my own account, too."
"Well, don't bother me about it, now. I hate to answer questions in a speeding motor-car."
"Shall I tell him to slow down?" And Kit leaned forward toward the chauffeur.
"Mercy, no! you'll hardly catch your train now. A little faster,
Jacques."
"Yes, Miss," and the chauffeur threw on a little more speed.