fair, sweet flower that Kit exclaimed:

"Disappointed! You are an angel, straight from heaven!"

"Nonsense! If you talk like that, I shall run away."

"Don't run away! I'll talk any way you like, but now that I have
found you I shall keep you. But I am still in depths of self-
abasement. Didn't I say most unkind things about Miss Fairfield?"

"No unkinder than I did. We both jumped on her, and said she was
vain and horrid."

"_I_ never said such dreadful things! I'm sure I didn't. But, if I
did, I shall spend the rest of my life making up for it. And I
called you Poppycheek!"

Cameron looked at Patty's cheeks in such utter dismay that she
laughed outright.

"But you know," she said, "there are pink poppies as well as
scarlet. Incidentally there are white and there are saffron yellow."

"So there are," said Cameron, delightedly. "How you DO help a fellow
out! Well, yours are just the colour of a soft, dainty pink poppy
that is touched by the sunlight and kissed by a summer breeze."

"I knew you were a poet," said Patty, smiling, "but I don't allow
even a summer breeze to kiss my cheeks."