"He did! Well, I'm sure I don't know what he meant, for I wasn't cool to him,—or anything else. I treated him politely, as I would any casual friend."
"Politely! I saw you refuse to dance with him, myself. If you call THAT polite!"
"If you want to know, Daisy, that was because he didn't want to dance with me. He said he only asked me because Adele insisted upon it."
"Patty, it's none of my business, but I do think you might be nicer to
Bill, for I know he thinks an awful lot of you."
"Why, Daisy Dow! why should he think a lot of me when he's as good as engaged to another girl?"
"Engaged! Bill Farnsworth engaged! nothing of the sort. I know better."
"But he is. Adele told me so. Or, if he isn't engaged, he's very much in love with a girl named Kitty. Do you know her?"
"Kitty who? Where is she?"
"I don't know, I'm sure. But he told Adele his whole heart and life were bound up in this Kitty Somebody. So I'm sure I don't see any reason why I should be running after him."
"I can't imagine you running after anybody, Patty. You don't need to, for the boys all run after you. But it's very queer I never heard of this Kitty. I've known Bill for years. Let me see; there was Kate Morton,—but I never thought Bill cared especially for her. And anyway, I can't imagine calling HER Kitty! She's as tall and straight as an Indian!"