The young men were requested to read their valentines aloud in turn, and the girls to read their responsive answers.

This proceeding caused much hilarity, for the lines were exceedingly sentimental, and often affectionate.

When it was Roger Farrington’s turn, he read out boldly: 

     “Where’s the girl I love the best?”

and Marie Homer, who chanced to hold the rhyming valentine, whispered, shyly: 

     “I am sweeter than the rest!”

“You are, indeed!” said Roger, as he offered his arm with his courtliest bow.

Then Kenneth Harper read: 

     “Who’s the fairest girl of all?”

and Mona Galbraith read, with twinkling eyes: 

     “I’ll respond to that sweet call!”

Then it was Philip Van Reypen’s turn.  He glanced at his valentine, and asked: 

     “Who’s a roguish little elf?”

Everybody laughed when a tall, serious-faced girl responded: 

     “I guess I am that, myself!”

It was toward the last that Clifford Morse asked: 

     “Who’s the dearest girl I know?”

and as Patty’s line rhymed, she said, demurely: 

     “Guess I am,—­if you think so!”

“I’m in luck,” said Clifford, as he led her to the dance.  “You’re such a belle, Patty Fairfield, that I seldom get a whole dance with you.”

“Faint heart never won fair lady,” laughed Patty, shaking her fan at him.  “I always accept invitations.”

“Accept mine, then, for the next dance,” said Philip Van Reypen, who overheard her words as he was passing.

“No programmes to-night,” returned Patty, smiling at him.  “Ask me at dance time.”

As no dances could be engaged ahead, except verbally, Patty was besieged by partners for every dance.

“Oh, dear,” she cried, as, at the fourth dance, five or six eager young men were bowing before her; “what shall I do?  I’d have to be a centipede to dance with you all!  And I can’t divide one dance into six parts.  And I can’t choose,-that would be too embarrassing!  Let’s draw lots.  Lend me a coin, somebody.”

“Here you are,” said Van Reypen, handing her a bright quarter.

Patty took it, and put both hands behind her.

“You may try first, Phil, because you put up the capital.  Right or left?”

“Right,” said Philip, promptly.

Patty gaily brought her hands into view, and the quarter lay in her left palm.

“Next!” she said; “Mr. Downing.”

“Left,” chose that young man, as Patty again concealed her hands.

But that time she showed the coin in her right hand.

“My turn now,” said Ken Harper, “And, you’ll please keep your hands in front of you!  You don’t do it right.”

“Do you mean that I cheat?” cried Patty, in pretended rage.

“Oh, no, no! nothing like that!  Only, this game is always played with the fists in view.”