At least he should know how to." "And do you think I know how to manage you ?" "I don't want to be managed,--I can manage myself," Patty smiled, roguishly.

"But since you ask me, Phil, no, I don't think you do know how to manage me,--not the least little mite!" "Teach me then, dear.

I'll do just what you say." "All right.

First, you must not scold me if I like people whom you don't like." "Oh, hang! I had forgotten all about those bumptious lumps! Why remind me ?" "Because it's a case in point.

If you care for me, you must care for the things or people that I care for." "But, Patty,--since you've brought up the subject, let's have it out.
You _can't_ like those humbugs,--those fake brainsters,--those sap-head pharisees----" "Phil, suppose you stop calling them names, which mean nothing, and tell me just what it is you have against them." "There's everything against them, Patty, and nothing for them.