Patty was furious. She didn't aspire to nor desire this great mind
and intellect, and she was quite satisfied with the amount of brains
in her pretty, curly head.

"I don't think much of your taste!" she exclaimed.

"Why! you don't want me to be disappointed because you're not
pretty, do you?"

"But I AM pretty."

"Yes; as I said, the beauty of deep thought and education shines
from your clear eyes. That is far better than dimples and curls."

Patty shook her curls at the telephone and her dimples came and went
with her varying emotions.

"Why, I shouldn't like you half as well if you were pretty," Mr.
Cameron went on. "The only things I consider worth while are
seriousness and scholarship. These you have in abundance, as I can
see at once from your picture."

"And how do you like the way I dress?"

"It suits your type exactly. That large black-and-white check
denotes a mind far above the frivolities of fashion, and that stiff
white collar, to my mind, indicates a high order of mentality."

"I think you're perfectly horrid!" And this exclamation seemed wrung