"Get back into bed," implored the alarmed Pat. "I'll tell you. Truly I will."
"Tell, then."
Pat related the tale of the stratagem with increasing relish in the unfolding of the drama. "Pretty clever of little Pat, what?"
"I'm sorry you had to lie to Bobs, though."
"I've kept the best of it. When I told him, Bobs asked me to marry him."
"Asked you?"
"Yes. Isn't that a scream!" Between nervousness and exaltation of her diplomatic powers Pat burst into laughter.
"And you laugh?"
The mirth died on her lips. "Don't you think it's fun——"
"You—dirty—little—beast."