Why, there's the doorbell; perhaps that's Marian now.

I don't know who else it could be, I'm sure." In a few moments Pansy Potts appeared, and offered Patty a card on a very new and very shiny tray.
"For goodness' sake, who is it, Pansy ?" asked Patty, reading the card, which only said, "Miss Rachel Daggett." "I don't know, Miss Patty, I'm sure.

She asked for you, and I said you'd go right down." "Very well; I will," said Patty.
A glance in the mirror showed a crisp fresh shirt-waist, and neatly brushed hair, so Patty ran down to the library to welcome her guest.
The guest proved to be a large, tall, and altogether impressive-looking lady, who spoke with a great deal of firmness and decision.
"I am Miss Daggett," she said, "and I am your neighbour." "Are you ?" said Patty pleasantly.

"I am very glad to meet you, and I hope you will like me for a neighbour." "I don't know whether I shall or not," said Miss Daggett; "it depends entirely on how you behave." Although Patty was extremely good-natured, she couldn't help feeling a little inclined to resent the tone taken by her guest, and she returned rather crisply: "I shall try to behave as a lady and a neighbour." "Humph!" said Miss Daggett.

"You're promising a good deal.