"Yes! that's just exactly who it is! How did you ever guess? Are you glad?"
"Yes, of course I am," and Patty's pink cheeks dimpled as she smiled frankly at Adele. "I'm just crazy to see Bill again!"
"Look here, Patty," and Adele spoke somewhat seriously, "I want to say something to you,—and yet I hate to. But I feel as if I ought to."
"My stars! Adele, what IS the dreadful thing?"
Patty paused in her hairdressing and, with brush in one hand and mirror in the other, she stared at Adele.
"Why, you see, Patty, I know you do like Bill, and—I don't want you to like him too much."
"What DO you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. It even sounds silly to say it to you, as a warning. But, dear, I feel I MUST tell you. He's engaged."
"Oh, is he?" Patty tossed her head, and then went on arranging her hair, but the pink flush on her cheek deepened. "Are you sure?" she said, carelessly.
"Well, I'm not sure that he's engaged, really," and Adele wrinkled her pretty brow, as she looked at Patty; "but he told me last winter that all his life was bound up in Kitty, and he loved her with all his heart, or something like that."