"Oh, Sam, do recite some--won't you ?" "Not now, Lady fair.

The setting isn't right, and the flowers are too vivid." Patty looked at the two large vases of scarlet carnations that stood on the long, massive table in the middle of the room.

She had thought them a very pleasant and appropriate decoration for the snowy day, but Blaney's glance at them was disdainful.
"He's an affected idiot!" she exclaimed to herself.

"I don't like him one bit!" "Please like me," said the poet's soft voice, and Patty fairly jumped to realise that he had read her thought in her face.
"Oh, I do!" she said, with mock fervour, and a slight flush of embarrassment at her carelessness.

"I like you heaps!" "Don't be too set up over that," laughed Elise, "for Patty likes everybody.