And you've no idea who I am, now!" "That's true, sweetheart.

For you've as many moods and personalities as a chameleon,--and each more dear and sweet than the last." "Look here, my friend, haven't we been married long enough for you to cease to feel the necessity for those pretty speeches ?" "Tired of 'em ?" "No; but I don't want you to think you must--" "Now, now, don't be Patty Simpleton! When I make forced or perfunctory speeches, you'll know it! Don't you think so, Patty Mine ?" "Yep.

Oh, Billee, look, there's the place for the tea-house!" Patty pointed to a shady nook, halfway up the side of the ravine.
"Great!" agreed Bill.

"Wait a minute,--I'll sketch it in." He pulled an old envelope and a pencil from his pockets, and rapidly drew the location with a few hasty strokes, and added a suggestion of an Oriental looking building that was meant for the proposed tea-house.
"Just right!" cried Patty; "you _are_ clever, dear! Now draw Baby and me drinking tea there." A few more marks did for the tea drinkers and a queer looking figure hurrying along the path was doubtless the father coming home.
Patty declared herself satisfied and folded the paper and put it safely away in her pocket.
"We'll get at that as soon as the landscape gardener finishes the sunken garden," she said.
"Oh, I'm _glad_ I'm alive! I never expected to have everything I wanted in the way of gardens! Don't you love them, too ?" "Of course,--and yet, not as you do, Patty.

I was brought up in the great West, you know,--and sometimes I long for the big spaces." "Why, this is a big space, isn't it ?" "I mean the prairies,--yes, even the desert,--the limitless expanse of--" "Limitless fiddlesticks! You can't have the earth!" "I don't want it.