"I think that's a lovely thing to be! Do you want me to babble to
you, Philip, or shall I go and babble to somebody else?"

"Don't babble at all. Here's a chair. You sit right down here, and
eat your supper. Here's another chair. You lay your shawl and bonnet
on that, to keep it for me, and I'll go and forage for some food."

Patty laid her scarf and fan on the chair to reserve it for Philip,
but she was not unduly surprised when Mr. Cameron came along, picked
up her belongings, and seated himself in the chair.

"That's Mr. Van Reypen's chair," said Patty; "if he finds you there,
he'll gently but firmly kill you."

"I know it," said Kit, placidly; "but a Knight is always willing to
brave death for his Lady."

"But I don't want you killed," said Patty, looking sad, "I wouldn't
have anybody to telephone to."

"If I run away then, to save my life, will you telephone me to-
night?"

"Indeed I won't! that's all over. But please, Mr. Cameron, run away,
for here comes Philip, with both hands full of soup, and I know he
wouldn't hesitate to scald you with it."

Mr. Cameron arose, as Mr. Van Reypen came in, and with an air of
willingly relinquishing his seat to Philip, he said, "My Girl's