"I don't know which I love most, you or Kitty!" and again Farnsworth went off in a roar of laughter.
"I don't care to be mentioned in connection with Miss Morton," and
Patty tried her best to look like a tragedy queen.
"But it ISN'T Miss Morton, it's Kitty CLIVE."
"Adele said she couldn't remember her last name. But it doesn't matter to ME whether it's Miss Morton or Miss Clive."
"Oh, DON'T, Patty! You'll be the death of me! Why, Apple Blossom, Miss
Clive,—Kitty Clive,—is—my horse!"
Patty hesitated a moment, and then gave in, and laughed too.
"You must be AWFULLY fond of your horse," she said at last.
"I am; Kitty Clive is a wonder, and last summer we rode thousands of miles over the prairies. There NEVER was such a horse as my Kitty! And I remember I DID rave about her to Adele. But Adele MUST have known what I was talking about."
"No, she didn't. She thought it was a girl, and she told me not to—not to—" Patty floundered a little, and then concluded her sentence, "not to interfere."
"And, so, Apple Blossom, you were cool to me,—you were cruel to me,—you had no more use for me whatever; because you thought I liked another girl?"