CHAPTER XIII.
THE OTHER NIECE.
Patricia sat down opposite her Aunt Jane.

She still wore her hat and the gray wrap.
"Well, here I am," she exclaimed, with a laugh; "but whether I ought to be here or not I have my doubts." Aunt Jane surveyed her critically.
"You're a queer little thing," she said, bluntly.

"I wonder why I took so much trouble to get you." "So do I," returned Patsy, her eyes twinkling.

"You'll probably be sorry for it." Lawyer Watson, who had remained standing, now broke in nervously.
"I explained to Miss Doyle," said he, "that you were ill, and wanted to see her.

And she kindly consented to come to Elmhurst for a few days." "You see," said Patsy, "I'd just got Daddy away on his vacation, to visit his old colonel.