"I should hope not! A summer breeze is altogether too promiscuous
with its kisses. I hope you don't allow any kisses, except those of
your own particular swansdown powder puff."

"Of course I don't!" laughed Patty, and then she blushed furiously
as she suddenly remembered how Farnsworth had kissed both her cheeks
the night of Christine's wedding.

"I see you're blushing at a memory," said Cameron, coolly; "I
suppose the powder puff was too audacious."

"Yes, that's it," said Patty, her liking for this young man
increased by the pleasantry of his light banter. "And now we must
return to the music-room. I came here a moment to catch my breath
after singing; but how did you happen to be here?"

"I knew you'd come here; ostensibly, of course, to catch your
breath, but really because you knew I'd be here."

"You wretch!" cried Patty. "How dare you say such things! I never
dreamed you'd be here; if I had, I shouldn't have come."

"Of course you wouldn't, you little coquette! It's your nature to be
perverse and capricious. But your sweet good-humour won't let you
carry those other traits too far. Oh, I know you, My Girl!"

"I object to that phrase from you," Patty said, coldly, "and I must
ask you not to use it again."

"But you ARE my girl, by right of discovery. By the way, you're not