Why, Patty, you are wearing your best hat! You'll spoil it, I'm sure.

Have you your trunk check?
Give it to me, you'll certainly lose it else." "Here it is, Miss Powers," said Mr.Fairfield, pleasantly, "and I dare say you will prove more responsible than my rattle-pated daughter." He squeezed Patty's hand affectionately as he said this, and a great wave of homesickness came over the child's heart.

She caught her father round the neck, and vainly trying to keep the tears back, she whispered, "Oh, papa, dear, let me stay with you.

I don't want to go to Aunt Isabel's,--I know she's horrid, and I just want you, you, _you_!" Miss Powers was shocked at this exhibition of emotion, and said with asperity: "Come, come, it's too late to talk like that now.

And a big girl like you ought to be ashamed to act so babyish." But Mr.Fairfield kissed Patty tenderly and said: "Dear, we're going to be very brave, you know,--and besides, you're only going for a visit.