"I shall select the house with an eye single to the glory and comfort of you girls." "Then I know of a lovely house," said Christine Converse.

"It's awfully big, and it's pretty old, but I guess it could be fixed up.

I mean the old Warner place." "Good gracious!" cried Ethel; "'way out there! and it's nothing but a tumble-down old barn, anyhow." "Oh, I think it's lovely; and it's Colonial, or Revolutionary, or something historic; and they're going to put the trolley out there this spring,--my father said so." "It is a nice old house," said Patty; "and it could be made awfully pretty and quaint.

I can see it, now, in my mind's eye, with dimity curtains at the windows, and roses growing over the porch." "I hope you will never see those dimity curtains anywhere but in your mind's eye," said Marian.

"It's a heathenish old place, and, anyway, it's too far away from our house." "Papa says I can have a pony and cart," said Patty; "and I could drive over every day." "A pony and cart!" exclaimed Helen Preston.