And let Mumbles alone." The girl came in just then, bringing sunshine with her.

Patsy Doyle was not very big for her years, and some people unkindly described her form as "chubby." She had glorious red hair--really-truly red--and her blue eyes were the merriest, sweetest eyes any girl could possess.

You seldom noticed her freckles, her saucy chin or her turned-up nose; you only saw the laughing eyes and crown of golden red, and seeing them you liked Patsy Doyle at once and imagined she was very good to look at, if not strictly beautiful.

No one had friends more loyal, and these two old men--the stately Major and round little Uncle John--fairly worshiped Patsy.
No one might suspect, from the simple life of this household, which occupied the second corner flat at 3708 Willing Square, that Miss Doyle was an heiress.

Not only that, but perhaps one of the very richest girls in New York.