"But if it hasn't any leaves on, it's probably dead." "Oh, no, Miss Patty, it isn't dead; and it had leaves a-plenty, but my little brother he picked the leaves all off.

That's one reason I wanted to come here, so's to get my orange tree away from Jack." "Well, bring it along," said Patty good-naturedly.

"What else are you going to have?
A grape-vine, I suppose, trained over the headboard of your bed." "No, Miss Patty, I haven't got no grapevine, but I've got a wandering-jew-vine in a pot, that I want to set on the mantel." "All right," said Patty, "bring your wandering-jew, and let him wander wherever he likes.

You'll have to keep your door shut, or he'll wander out and run downstairs.

What's in that bag ?" "Rocks, Miss Patty." "Rocks?
What in the world are you going to do with those ?" "I'm going to make a rockery, ma'am, by the window.