Back of the library was a little conservatory, and beyond that a large, light dining-room with an open fireplace.
"Here's a kitchen worth having," said Aunt Alice, who was investigating ahead of the rest; "and such convenient pantries and cupboards." "And this back veranda is great," said Frank, opening the door from a little hall.
"Oh, yes," said Patty; "see the dead vines.

In the summer it must have honeysuckles all over it.

And there's the little arbour at the foot of the garden.

I'm going down to see it." Marian started to follow her, but Laura called her back to show her some new attraction, and Patty ran alone down the veranda steps, and through the box-bordered paths to the little rustic arbour.
"Goodness!" she exclaimed, as she reached it.

"Who in the world are you ?" For inside the arbour sat a strange-looking girl of about Patty's own age.