Just come to me,--tell me you will,--and I know you'll love me.

You can't help it, dear, when I love you so.

Why, Patty, I've got to have you! You don't know how I want you.

You've so twined yourself into my heart that you seem part of me already.

Dear, _dear_ little girl, my love, my sweetheart----" Philip's arm went round Patty's shoulder, and he drew her to him.
"Phil!" cried Patty, starting back.