"Yes, indeed, Kit, I'm famishing. Thank you so much," and Patty ignored
Farnsworth's remark entirely, and beamed pleasantly on Kit.
Farnsworth looked at her curiously for a moment, and then walked away.
He sat down by Daisy Dow, and said abruptly:
"What's the matter with Patty, that she doesn't like me any more?"
"Nonsense, Bill; she does like you."
"No, she doesn't. She's cool as a cucumber. She used to like me, but she's changed all through. I s'pose she likes those other fellows better—and I don't blame her."
"They're both awfully gone on her," and Daisy looked at Cameron and Van Reypen hovering around Patty, who seemed to be sharing her favours equally between them.
"I don't belong here," said Farnsworth, gloomily. "I'm out of my element. I belong out West, riding over the plains and untrammelled by conventions."
"Don't be a goose, Bill," and Daisy looked at him kindly. "You've better manners than lots of these Eastern men, and you have a whole lot more innate kindliness."
"That's good of you, Daisy," and Bill flashed her a grateful look. "But I know the difference myself; I'm uncouth and awkward where those chaps are correct and elegant. I'm going back to Arizona and stay there."