"But you would ask a stranger to help you," said Farnsworth, feeling a strong desire to shake the exasperating little pink figure.
"Not every stranger," said Patty. "I am waiting to select the one I want."
"Oh, DO select me! I'm an awfully nice stranger, and incidentally, I could fix that car of yours in a jiffy."
"Did Adele order you to fix this car?" and Patty's blue eyes gave Bill a look of withering scorn.
"No, she did not."
"Then I can't think of allowing you to do it. I don't want you to do
ANYTHING for me except at Adele's orders!"
"You little goose! I've a notion to kidnap you, wild roses and all, and take you off in my car."
"Did Adele order you to do THAT?"
"Patty, stop this nonsense! Of course I know what you mean, that I asked you to dance in Adele's name, instead of in my own."
"Yes; I admit I prefer to be asked to dance, personally, and not vi-vike—"