She's the greatest little old liker you ever saw! Why, she even likes people who don't like her." "Are there such ?" asked Blaney, properly.
"Yes, indeed," Patty declared; "and I can't help admiring their good taste." "I can't either," and Blaney spoke so seriously, that Patty almost gasped.
"That isn't the answer," she smiled; "you should have contradicted me." "No," the poet went on; "people who don't like you show real discrimination.

It is because you are so crude and unformed of soul." But Patty was too wise to be caught with such chaff.
"Yes, that's it," she said, and nodded her curly head in assent.
"You say yes, because you don't know what I'm talking about.

But it's true.

If you had your soul scraped and cleaned and properly polished, you would be well worth liking." "Go on! go on!" cried Patty, clapping her hands.

"Now I know you're the real thing in poets! That's the way I thought they would talk! Say more." But Blaney turned sulky.