"Mother mine, are you going to monopolize our Patty?
I haven't half seen her yet." "You can see me," said Patty, smiling at her cousin, "but you can't hear me, for I am speechless with delight at this beautiful room, and that fairy-land place outside.

And now I'm going to put my mother's picture on the desk and then it will be just perfect." Patty took the portrait from her traveling-bag, and Aunt Alice looked at it tenderly.

Though she had known her brother's young wife but a short time, she had greatly loved and admired her.
"You are like your mother, Patty," she said.
"So every one tells me, Aunt Alice.

But I want to be a Fairfield too.

Don't you think I am like papa ?" "Not very much in appearance.