"Well, bring them along, and we'll all go upstairs together." "I'll get mine, too," said Mancy, shuffling toward the kitchen.
The servants' rooms were in the third story.

They had been freshly papered and neatly and appropriately furnished, though Patty had not, as yet, added any pictures or ornaments.
And, apparently, she would have no occasion to do so; for, as she went up to these rooms, she was immediately followed by their future occupants, each of whom came with her arms full of what looked like the most worthless rubbish.
"What _is_ all that stuff, Pansy ?" exclaimed Patty, as she beheld her young waitress fairly staggering under her load.
"They're lovely things, Miss Patty, and I hope you don't mind.

This is a hornet's nest, and this is a branch of an apple tree, with a swing-bird's nest on it." "A branch! It's a big limb,--a bough, I should call it.

What _are_ you going to do with it ?" "I thought I'd put it on the wall, Miss Patty.

It makes the room look outdoorsy." "It does, indeed! Put it up, if you like; but will you have room then to get in yourself ?" "Oh, yes," said Pansy cheerfully; "and I've got a big tub over home that I want to bring; it has an orange tree planted in it." "With oranges on ?" "Oh, no, not oranges; indeed, it hasn't any leaves on, but I think maybe they'll come." "It must be beautiful!" said Patty.