TABLE MANNERS Patty's dining-room was beautiful.

She argued that as an appreciable percentage of one's waking hours were spent there, care and thought should be given to its appointment.
The colouring was soft old blue, and the furniture of mahogany.

The lights were pleasantly shaded and the sideboards and cabinets showed attractive silver and glass in immaculate order.
"The flowers are in your honour," said Patty, smiling, as they took their places at the table, in the centre of which was a bowl of azaleas.
"Ho, ho! You needn't have done that! I ain't accustomed to such grand things." "Now, Azalea, flowers on the table aren't especially grand.

I think I should have them,--if I could,--if I were eating in the middle of the Desert of Sahara." "I believe you would," said Bill, smiling at her; "Patty is a flower-worshipper, Zaly.

Zaly's the name your mother called you when you were a tiny mite.