Her eyes were reddened with crying and her cheeks were tear-stained, and she ran to Patty, screaming: "I will! I _will_! She's _my_ cousin, and I'm going to see her _now_." Then she threw her arms round Patty's waist, and smiled up into her face.
She was a very pretty little girl when she smiled, and Patty couldn't help admiring her, though so far she had seemed like anything but a lovable character.
"Oh, Florelle," said her mother, mildly, "how naughty you are.

I told you to go to bed like a goody girl, and you should see Cousin Patty in the morning." "But I wanted to see her to-night.

So I made nurse dress me, and I'm going to stay up to dinner." "Let her stay, mamma," said Ethelyn.

"If you don't, she'll yell again, and I'm tired of hearing her." "Yes, you can stay, baby," said Mrs.St.Clair, "and now, Ethelyn, take Patty to her room, and get yourselves ready for dinner." The two girls went off together, and Patty discovered that the rest of the house was as sumptuous as her first view of it.
The same brilliant coloring and florid ornamentation appeared everywhere, and when at last Ethelyn stopped before an open door, and said, "This is your room," Patty gave a little cry of delight, for she entered what seemed a veritable fairy bower.
The walls and ceiling were tinted pink and frescoed with garlands of roses and flying birds.

There was a fascinating bay window with latticed panes, and a cozy window-seat with soft cushions.