"That's a sure way to a woman's heart," replied Patricia gaily.
"'Ow's that, me dear?" he questioned.
"Why, telling her that she's looking plain," retorted Patricia.
Mr. Triggs protested.
"All I want is a holiday," went on Patricia. "There are only three weeks to wait and then——"
There was, however, no joy of anticipation in her voice.
"You're frettin'!"
Patricia turned angrily upon Mr. Triggs.
"Fretting! What on earth do you mean, Mr. Triggs?" she demanded.
Mr. Triggs sat down suddenly, overwhelmed by Patricia's indignation.