He held out his hand.
"Another penny!"
Patty peered into an empty pocket.
"You'll have to charge it. I've used up all my ready money."
The spring sun was warm, the fountain was splashing, the wind was sprinkling the pavilion floor with white magnolia petals. Patty helped herself to marmalade with a happy sigh of contentment.
"The most fun in the world is to run away from the things you ought to do," she pronounced.
He acknowledged this immoral truth with a laugh.
"I suppose you ought to be working?" she asked.
"There are one or two little matters that might be the better for my attention."
"And aren't you glad you're not doing them?"