She declined Marian's offers of help, saying: "No, I really don't need any help.

If I can keep Pansy out of the conservatory, we three can accomplish all there is to be done; so you go and sit by the library fire, and toast your toes and read, or play with the cat, or do whatever you please.

Remember, whenever you come here, you're one of the family." So Marian went off by herself and played on the piano, and read, and had various kinds of good times, scrupulously keeping out of the way of her busy and preoccupied cousin.
"Now, Pansy," said Patty, as she captured that culprit in the conservatory, and led her off to the kitchen, "I want you to try especially hard to-day to do just as I want you to, and to help me in every possible way." "Can I fix the flowers, Miss Patty ?" said Pansy Potts, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"Where are there any flowers to fix?
You've fussed over those in the conservatory until you've nearly worn them all out." "Oh, Miss Patty, they're thriving beautifully.

But I mean that big box of flowers that just came up from the flower man's.

He said Mr.
Fairfield sent it." "Oh!" exclaimed Patty, "did papa really send me up flowers for the Tea Club?
How perfectly lovely! I meant to order some myself, but I know his will be nicer." By this time Patty was diving into the big box and scattering tissue paper all about.
"They're beautiful," she exclaimed, "and what lots of them! Yes, Pansy, you may arrange them; you really do it better than I do.