in the world."

"Who?"

"Well,--there's Eddie Perkins."

"Oh, Patty! that fop! Well, I'll bet you can't think of another."

"No; I can't."

"Patty, how dare you! Then you'll sit right here until you can."

Laughingly Kenneth stopped dancing, and led Patty to an alcove where
there were a few chairs. As they sat down, Philip Van Reypen came
toward them.

"Oh, Ken," Patty cried, "I've thought of a man worse than you are!
Oh, EVER so much worse! Here he is! And I simply adore bad men, so
I'm going to dance with him."

Naughty Patty went dancing off with Van Reypen, and Ken looked after
them, a little crestfallen.

"But," he thought, "there's no use being angry or even annoyed at
that butterfly of a girl. She doesn't mean anything anyway. Some
day, she'll wake up and be serious, but now she's only a little
bundle of frivolity."

Kenneth had been friends with Patty for many years; far longer than
any of her other young men acquaintances. He was honestly fond of