"Not likely!" She glanced behind her at the others in the back seat. She
need not have given them a thought, they were too deeply engrossed to
heed her. "Do you know where I was? In the crutch of the big elm--you
know!"

"Don't I!" said Captain Jack. "A splendid seat, but--"

"Wouldn't Adrien be shocked?" said the girl, with a deliciously
mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Or, at least, she would pretend to be.
Adrien thinks she must train me down a bit, you know. She says I have
most awful manners. She wants Mamma to send me over to England to her
school. But I don't want to go, you bet. Besides, I don't think Dad can
afford it so they can't send me. Anyway, I could have good manners if
I wanted to. I could act just like Adrien if I wanted to--I mean, for a
while. But that was a real game. I felt sorry for Rupert, a little. You
see, he didn't seem to know what to do or how to begin. And you looked
so terrible! Now in the game with Cousin Sidney you were so different,
and you played so awfully well, too, but differently. Somehow, it was
just like gentlemen playing, you know--"

"You have hit it, Patsy,--a regular bull!" said Captain Jack.

"Oh, I don't mean--" began the girl in confusion, rare with her.

"Yes, you do, Pat. Stick to your guns."

"Well, I will. The first game everybody loved to watch. The second
game--somehow it made me wish Rupert had been a Hun. I'd have loved it
then."