And now," she went on, as she took the guests to their rooms, "there'll be just about an hour before dinner time but if you get ready before that come down.

You'll probably find me on the front veranda, if I'm not in the kitchen." Bob was the first one to reappear, and he found Patty and her father chatting on the front veranda.
"How do you do, Uncle Fred ?" he said.

"You may know my name, but I doubt if you remember my features." "Hello, Bob, my boy," said Mr.Fairfield, cordially grasping the hand held out to him.

"As I last saw you with features of infantile vacancy, I am glad to start fresh and make your acquaintance all over again." "Thank you, sir," said Bob, as he seated himself on the veranda railing.
"I didn't know you as an infant, but I dare say you were a very attractive one." "I think I was," said Mr.Fairfield; "at least I remember hearing my mother say so, and surely she ought to know." Just then Bumble came out on the porch with her hair-ribbon in her hand.
"Please tie this for me, Patty," she said.

"I cannot manage it myself, and get it on quick before Uncle Fred sees me." "But I am so glad to see you, my dear Bumble," said Mr.Fairfield, "that even that piece of pretty blue ribbon can't make me any gladder." Bumble smiled back at him in her winning way, and Patty tied her cousin's hair-ribbon with a decided feeling of relief that in all other respects Bumble's costume was tidy and complete.
"Where's Nan ?" she inquired; "isn't she ready yet ?" "Why, it's the funniest thing," said Bumble, "I tapped at her door as I came by, but she told me to go on and not wait for her, she would come down in a few minutes." Just as Pansy appeared to announce dinner, Nan did come down, and Patty stared at her in amazement.