"Well, Bill calls her Kitty; Adele said so."
"Oh, is it Kate Morton, then? Did Adele say that?"
"No, Adele said she couldn't remember the girl's last name. And I don't care if it's Kate Morton or Kathleen Mavourneen! It's nothing to me what kind of a girl Bill Farnsworth likes."
"Of course it isn't. I know you never liked Bill."
"I did SO! I DO like him, but just the same as I like all the other boys."
"Then what makes you turn pink every time Bill's name is mentioned, and never when you speak of anybody else?"
"I don't! And if I did, it wouldn't mean anything. I'm not specially interested in anybody, Daisy, but if I were, I wouldn't sit up and blush about it. You like Bill an awful lot, yourself."
"I do like him," said Daisy, frankly; "and I always have. He's a splendid man, Patty, one of the biggest, best natures I know. Why, at school we used to call him Giant Greatheart,—he was so thoroughly noble and kind to everybody."
"Well, I'm sick of hearing his praises sung, so you'll please change the subject."
Daisy was quite willing to do this, for she had no wish to annoy Patty, and the girls chatted of other matters until Adele came along and sent them both to bed.