What a big house! Don't you ever get lost in it ?" "No," smiled Patty, "and you won't as soon as you're used to it.

This way, Azalea." "Hello! _Hello_! This my room ?" The Western girl looked at the pretty yellow room as Patty ushered her in.
"Yes, if you like yellow,--if not--" "Oh, yes, I like yellow good enough.

Don't make any diff to me what colour a room is.

Nice and big, ain't it?
Say, do you care if I chuck some of the lace props into the discard ?" "What do you mean ?" "Why, these here, now, faddly-duds." And Azalea whisked off a little lace stand-cover, swept up an armful of lace pillows, and was about to jerk off the lace bedspread, when Patty protested.
"Oh, wait a minute,--of course you needn't have anything you don't want,--but Janet will take off the spread." "'Fraid I'll muss it up, hey ?" Azalea laughed, "Well.

I s'pose I _am_ a terror! But honest to goodness I can't stand for those ticklers.