"Patty!" growled Van Reypen, who was sitting behind her.
"Yes, Philip," said Patty, sweetly, turning partly round.
"Behave yourself!"
"I am behaving, Philip," and Patty looked very meek.
"Of course you are," said Marie; "you're behaving beautifully. And you look like an angel, and you sang like a lark, and if you're Kit's Girl, I'm glad of it. Now come on, everybody's going to supper."
"You come along with me," said Philip Van Reypen, as he took Patty by the arm.
"Why?" And Patty looked a little defiant at this command.
"Because I want you to. And I want you to stop making up to that
Cameron man."
"I'm not, Philip; he's making up to me."
"Well, he'd better stop it! What was he doing on his knees before you in the library?"