come. I've been waiting since ten."

"I've been to the opera," said Patty, nonchalantly. "And you've NO
reason to sit and wait for me! I'm not a dead certainty, like the
sunrise or the postman."

"You're more welcome than either."

"Now that's a real pretty speech. Are you a poet?"

"Only to you."

"Did you get the pictures?" Patty was unable longer to restrain her
impatience.

"Of course I got the pictures. I knew yours at once! You needn't
think you can fool ME."

"Which was mine? The girl with the black curls?"

"Mercy, no! I know you're not THAT type. She looks like an actress,
and hasn't a brain in her silly head. And you're not that
lackadaisical lily-like one, either. Oh, I know YOU! You're that
delightful, sensible, really brainy girl with the smooth black
hair."

"Oh, I AM, am I?"

"Yes; and I'm SO glad you're not a rattle-pated beauty! What's a
pretty face compared to real mind and intellect!"