"I don't remember," said Patty, innocently. "Oh, yes, he was telling me my cheeks were red, or some foolishness like that."
"And your eyes were blue, I suppose, and your hair was yellow! Didn't you know all those things before?"
"Why, Philip, how cross you are! Yes, I've known those things for nineteen years. It's no surprise to me."
"Patty, I'd like to shake you! Do you know what you are? You're just a little, vain, silly, babbling coquette!"
"I think that's a lovely thing to be! Do you want me to babble to you,
Philip, or shall I go and babble to somebody else?"
"Don't babble at all. Here's a chair. You sit right down here, and eat your supper. Here's another chair. You lay your shawl and bonnet on that, to keep it for me, and I'll go and forage for some food."
Patty laid her scarf and fan on the chair to reserve it for Philip, but she was not unduly surprised when Mr. Cameron came along, picked up her belongings, and seated himself in the chair.
"That's Mr. Van Reypen's chair," said Patty; "if he finds you there, he'll gently but firmly kill you."
"I know it," said Kit, placidly; "but a Knight is always willing to brave death for his Lady."
"But I don't want you killed," said Patty, looking sad, "I wouldn't have anybody to telephone to."