Returning to the library, Patty sat down at the telephone and called up
Mr. Cameron's number.
His own gay, cheery self answered "Hello," and Patty said in a shy little voice, "Is this you, Mr. Cameron?"
"Bless my soul! if it isn't my fair Unknown, again!"
"Why do you call me, fair, when you know I'm dark?"
"Oh, fair in this case means bewitching and lovely. It doesn't stand for tow hair and light blue eyes! and neither do I!"
"But you said you liked blondes."
"I used to, before I knew you."
"But you don't know me."
"Oh, but I do! I know you a whole heap better than lots of people who have seen you. There's something in a telephone conversation that discloses the real inner nature. It was dear of you to call me up to-night. You don't know how it pleases me!"
"Oh, I didn't do it to please you. But I'm all alone in my dungeon tower—"