"I'm quite ready to go in now and find a more comfortable chair." Later that evening Patty, completely arrayed for the dance, came to her father for inspection.
"You look very sweet, my child," he said after gazing at her long and earnestly; "and with your hair dressed that way you look very much like your mother.

I'm sorry you're growing up, my baby, I certainly am; but I suppose it can't be helped unless the world stops turning around.

And if it's any satisfaction to you, I'd like to have you know that your father thinks you the prettiest and sweetest girl in all the country round." "And aren't you going to tell me that if I only behave as well as I look, I'll do very nicely ?" "You seem to know that already, so I hardly think it's necessary." "Well, I'll tell it to you, then; for you do look so beautiful in evening clothes that I don't believe you _can_ behave as well as you look.

Nobody could." "I see your growing up has taught you flattery," said her father, "a habit you must try to overcome." But Patty was already dancing down the long hall to Aunt Alice's room, and a few moments later they all went down to the parlours.
When Kenneth first saw Patty that evening, he stood looking at her with a funny, stupefied expression on his face.
"What's the matter ?" said Patty, laughing.

"Just because I'm wearing a few extra hairpins you needn't look as if you'd lost your last friend." "I--I feel as if I ought to call you Miss Fairfield." "Well, call me that if you like, I don't mind.