They're just beautiful.

Miss Powers has one in her parlour, and I always wanted one, but mother wouldn't let me have it, 'cause she says it clutters." "But, what is it ?" said Patty.

"How do you make it ?" "Oh, you just pile the stones up in a heap, and you stick dried grasses, and autumn leaves and things, in them; and, if ever you have any flowers, you know, you stick them in, too." "I see; it must be very effective; and sometimes I can give you flowers for it, I'm sure." "Thank you, Miss Patty; I hope you will.

Oh, I'll be so glad to have it; I've been saving these stones for it for years.

You see, they're beautiful stones." Pansy Potts was on her knees arranging the stones, many of which were jagged pieces of quartz shining here and there with mica scales, into a symmetrical pile, which somehow had the effect of a Pagan altar.
"Well," said Patty, as she watched her, "I don't think you'll need any of the decorations I expected to give you." "Oh, Miss Patty," said Pansy earnestly, "please don't make me have pictures, and pincushions, and vases, and all those things; I like my own things so much better." "You shall fix your room just as you choose," said Patty kindly; "and if I can help you in any way, I'll be glad to do so.