That enterprising young matron had caused to be built for her use a little child's playhouse.

It was just large enough for half a dozen children, and would perhaps hold nearly as many grown people.

But it had a good-sized verandah and on this were tables piled with the loveliest fairy-like gossamer garments and comforts for tiny mites of humanity.

Such exquisite blankets and afghans and tufted silk coverlets and such dainty frocks and caps and little coats and everything an infant could possibly use, from baskets to bibs and from pillows to porringers.
And dolls,--soft, cotton or woolly dolls for little babies to play with, and soft, cuddly bears and lambs.

Rattles, of course, and bath-tub toys, and all sorts of infants' novelties.
Patty, happy as a butterfly, hovered over her treasures.