I don't blame you for loving him.

I call him all sorts of names to Patty, and it is fun to watch her eyes flash." Kate gave him a curious smile.
"What's the matter ?" "Nothing." "You smiled." "I had a happy thought." "Probably about that house-broken John of yours." "Who's calling John house-broken ?" Patty stood in the doorway, the Angora struggling under her arm.
"Well, isn't he house-broken ?" asked Warrington with gentle malice.
"Gentle and warranted to stand ?" Patty, for reasons of her own, permitted him to believe that he succeeded in teasing her.
"Kate, let us be going.

I can not listen to Mr.Warrington's remarks regarding my brother.

He treats John as if he were a horse." "Just as you say, dear.

We shall punish Mr.Warrington by not making informal calls in the future." "Wait till I get my hat," cried Warrington, "and I'll walk over to the house with you." "If you do that," said Patty, "we shall be compelled to ask you to remain to dinner." "Oh, I should refuse.