Let me laugh a minute, or I'll explode.
I say, Mrs.Fairfield, did you ever see anything like the lady's robe! I don't often notice costumes of the fair sex, but that was a hummer from Humville." "Don't, Chick," said Nan, noticing Patty's quivering lip; "they're Patty's friends, and I'd rather you wouldn't ridicule them." "I'd rather not myself, honest, Mrs.Fairfield, I'd rather not, but what can you do when they come running up, begging to be ridiculed ?" "They didn't," declared Patty.

"Nobody would have thought of ridiculing them, Chick, if you hadn't.

They talked a lot of wisdom that you couldn't assimilate, and you're envious of their superior minds, that's what ails you." "Patty, Patty," said her father, laughing outright at this, "my dear child, are you really so infatuated with those people that you believe what you're saying ?" "Of course, I am.

I don't expect you to understand them, Father, you're older, and belong to another generation." "Good gracious, Patty," cried Nan, gasping, "do you think your father is too old to understand that drivel ?" "I do," said Patty, calmly, "and you are too, Nan.

It takes the modern viewpoint, the young soulsight to apprehend the beauty of vision, the vast--vast----" "Horizon," suggested Chick, kindly.
"Yes, horizon," said Patty; "how did you know, Chick ?" "Oh, horizons are always vast.