"Well, you see, you"re Mlle. Hooperino, and you do fancy dancing and jump through paper hoops----"
"What! Oh, I can"t do that!"
"Yes, you can; Bob will show you how. Why, anybody who dances as you do, can do anything of that sort. And your costume is anything you like, in the way of tulle skirts, lots of "em, and a satin bodice, laced up, you know, and a d.i.n.ky little cap, and,--oh, anything you think fetching and attractive."
"It sounds fun," Patty agreed, "but what about Miss Rose? I don"t want to disappoint her; will she feel annoyed?"
"She sure will! But never mind that. As soon as Bob saw you dance the other night, he said you were the one for the part. You must do it."
"And Ray Rose hasn"t been asked this year," put in Elise. "She can"t resent your taking what she never had."
"She will, though," declared Ethel. "She looks upon that part as hers, and she won"t like Miss Fairfield"s having it one bit. But that doesn"t matter. What Bob says, goes; and that"s all there is about that!"
They talked over the costumes and dances until every question was settled, and Ethel went away with Patty"s promise to do what was requested of her.
"But I don"t like it," Patty demurred, "on account of that Rose girl.
What is she like, Elise?"
"Oh, she"s the jolliest thing in the world. She won"t get mad at you,--she isn"t that sort. But I know what she will do. She"ll try to "get even," you know,--do something to pay you out for stealing her glory."
"What"ll she do?"
"Oh, I don"t know. Some practical joke, like as not. She"s a sort of kid, although she"s nineteen years old."
"All right, if she"s that sort, I"m not afraid of her. I thought she was haughty and sarcastic."
"Oh, no, nothing like that. She"s full of mischief and awfully good-natured. But she"ll resent Bob"s putting you in her place. Don"t think of it, Patty. It"s all a trifle. She"ll have some other part, just as good."
"Very well, I"ll turn me thinks toward me frock. What say to pale blue tulle, with silver lace by way of trimmin"s?"
"Fine! And after you get yours all planned will you help me with mine?"
"Will I! I live but for that! You, my Elise, must wear corn colour, or, say, maize colour, and poppies."
"Yes, now that you speak of it, that"s just what I want. Shall us ask Philip down, Patty?"
"No; I"d like to have one time of my life without his revered presence."
"Look here, Patty, between you and me and the circus, aren"t you expecting to be the eventual Mrs. Philip?"
"Oh, Elise, don"t bother me about such far-away eventualities."
"All right, I won"t, "cause I know all about that. You"re trying him out, and if he pa.s.ses his exams, you"re going to say yes, pretty soon, now."
"Good gracious! I believe my loving friends know more about my affairs than I do myself!"
"If we didn"t we wouldn"t know much! You are the most wabbly-hearted person I ever knew! Say, Pats, what did you do to big Bill Farnsworth to send him flying off out West again?"
"I?" and Patty opened her blue eyes wide at Elise.
"Yes, you, you saucer-eyed doll! One day, he was shining brightly all over the place, and the next, he was like a thunder cloud, and departed straightway for the wild and woolly."
"Oh, well, Elise, I can"t feel sure that it"s precisely your affair; but, as you show a polite interest, I don"t mind telling you that we quarrelled."
"About Philip Van Reypen."
"Clairvoyant! Well, if you will have it so,--yes."
"Oh, Patty, then you do like Phil better than Mr. Farnsworth!"
"Do I?"
"You must! or you never would have sent one away because of the other.
And, Patty, you did just right. Phil Van Reypen is worth a dozen of that Western giant. He"s nice, Mr. Farnsworth is, but Philip is so much more--oh,--aristocratic and--and smart-looking, you know."
"Bill is smart enough," said Patty, thoughtfully.
"I don"t mean smart in the sense of clever, but----"
"I know; you mean well-dressed and fashionable."
"Yes, and correct-mannered, and generally all round a gentleman."
"Bill Farnsworth is a gentleman."
"Of course. But not the polished type Philip is. He"s an aristocrat."
"Oh, fiddlestrings. I"m sick and tired of hearing that Phil Van Reypen is an aristocrat! If I were an aristocrat, I"d try to hide it!
Anyway, I wouldn"t advertise it all the time!"
"Patty! you ought to be ashamed of yourself! Phil doesn"t advertise it!"
"Well, he doesn"t employ you to do it for him, either, so you may as well stop it. I know all about Phil"s aristocracy. And it"s all right. I never said it wasn"t. But a man has got to be something more than an aristocrat before I can fall desperately in love with him. And I must be desperately in love with the man I promise to marry."
Patty spoke seriously, and her blue eyes took on a violet light as she looked out of the window and far away to the sky beyond the pine trees.
"Of course, you must, Patty. Every girl feels that way. But when Phil adores you so, how can you resist him?"
"Now, now, Elise, don"t ask leading questions. And, also, let"s turn the tables. When a certain nice young man that I wot of, so adores you, how can you resist him?"
"I don"t know that I shall," replied Elise, blushing.
"Oho! Bad as that, eh? Now I see why you"re so interested in my affairs of the heart. Misery loves company."
"But I"m not miserable."
"No, of course not. Howsumever, if you insist on asking Philip Van down to the circus, I shall advise asking one Mr. Kit Cameron."
"You"re a day behind the fair! I"ve asked him and he can"t come."