"I wish you would let your hair grow out, Patty," he remarked at the end of his examination, and there was a note of genuine feeling in his bantering.
"I remember how pretty you used to look as a little girl, with your hair flying behind you like the mane of a pony." "Let my hair alone.

Do you know where my aunt is ?" He appeared to yield reluctantly to her insistence.

"If you're so bent on knowing--and, mind you, I tell you only because you make me--she ain't so very far from where we are standing.

I could take you to her in ten minutes." She looked at him as if she scarcely believed his words.

"You mean that she is in town ?" "Haven't you known me long enough to find out that I always mean what I say ?" "Then you can take me to her now ?" He laughed shortly, and dug the end of his walking stick between the pavement and the edge of the curbstone.