"Are you?" He looked dispirited. "Will you write to me, Pat?"
"Can't."
"Well—you'll be home for vacation, won't you?"
"Of course."
"So'll I. I was going to a house party on Staten Island. But if you'll be here I'm coming back."
"Will you?" Her tone was almost indifferent, though she was aflame with triumph, inwardly. "That's nice of you."
"I will if you'll be glad to see me."
"Of course I will."
"Awfully glad?" he pressed.
"Oh, I don't know about all that," replied Pat, the coquette.