"Now you're talking like a school teacher. And you're not too flattering, are you? Don't you think I've got any brains?"
"Yes. But I don't think you're going to find them of much use."
"I suppose you'd like me to go to college," said Pat contemptuously, "and learn the college cheer and how to play basketball."
"You might even learn more than that. However, if you're satisfied with your present status, that settles that. Suppose we talk of something else."
This did not suit Pat at all. She promptly said so. "I want to talk about me. You almost always do talk to me about myself. I wonder if that's why I like to be with you more than anyone else," she concluded with one of her accesses of insight.
"It's an extremely interesting subject."
"Now you're laughing at me again. And a moment ago you were angry. But you're still disappointed, aren't you?"
"A little."
"I think that's rotten of you!" she murmured. "I suppose we ought to be going back." She sighed. "I don't want to a bit. Can you turn here?"
It was a narrow and tricky road. As the car came to a stop after backing she laid her hand on his. "Kiss little Pattie and tell her to be a good child and she'll be awfully good," she murmured elfishly.