"The same sort of permission you asked when you ran away with my mother from the door of the Edinburgh Assembly rooms!"
Adam Ferris smiled grimly.
"What is allowable for a man does not always become a woman," he said.
"But what holds for one Ferris becomes another," his daughter retorted.
"Jeddart justice," said her father, still smiling; "then you will marry first, and ask permission afterwards."
"Exactly," said Patsy, cheerfully. "I knew I could make you understand."
CHAPTER VI
HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS
In spite of her black, close-clustering hair Patsy had the dark blue eyes of her Uncle Julian. Young men and older ones also (who ought to have known better) were in the habit of calling them violet when they walked with Patsy in the twilight, when many unforeseen things happen.