That is, it was called a cottage, but was in reality an immense house, most comfortably and delightfully appointed.

Patty was still supposed to be convalescing from her recent illness, but, as a matter of fact, she had regained her health and strength, and, though never robust, was entirely well.
The invitation to Pine Laurel, as the house was called, was a welcome one, and the elder Fairfields were glad to have Patty go there for a fortnight or so.

She had arrived but the day before, and now the unexpected snowstorm had spoiled the plans for tennis and other outdoor affairs.

Though it was late November, it was early for such a tempestuous snowstorm, and the weather-wise ones opined that it was a mere swift and sudden flurry.
Patty, with her usual adaptability to circumstances, didn't care much, and felt pretty sure the storm would depart as quickly as it had gathered.

She was quite willing to stay indoors a day or two if need be, and could easily amuse herself in many ways.