I must stay pale to suit it." "Pink or pale, you are perfect! I adore you." Embarrassed by the fervour of his tones, Patty turned to talk to the man at her other side.

But he was engrossed in conversation with an aesthetic damsel, and so she gaily changed the subject.
"How splendid the rooms look," she said, glancing about.

"That grove of green trees is wonderfully picturesque." "That's where you're to dance," Blaney returned.

"I looked after it myself.

It's carpeted with pine needles, but they're soft, fresh ones, not dried ones.