"The idea of his thinking I am the sort of girl he can pick up and kiss like that!" And then her face grew pink with blushes and she buried it in a pillow because she realised she was not nearly so indignant as she ought to be! "Good heavens!" she thought, frantically.

"Am I in love with Little Billee?
With a Westerner?
A self-made man?
Why, he can't hold a candle to Phil for birth and name! And yet--oh, no, I'm not in love with him! He's too--too--he takes too much for granted.

It's got to stop! Think how he carried me out of the Studio party! And last night! No wonder he walked off home without seeing me again! I wonder what he will offer by way of apology or explanation.

I believe I'll ask him!" Patty reached out her hand for the telephone, and suddenly stopped.
"I can't!" she whispered to herself, shame-facedly, "I--I don't want any apology from him.

I--I--oh, fiddlesticks! I don't know _what_ to do! Guess I'll have a talk with Nan--no, I won't.