CHAPTER XV.
SOME RECORDS "_Sur le pont D'Avignon, On y dansait, on y dansait, Sur le pont D'Avignon, On y dansait tout le rond_!" Patty's sweet, clear soprano notes rang out gaily as she trilled the little song she had picked up in France.
"What a pretty thing," cried Elise, "teach it to me, do, Patty." "All right, I will.

But there's a record of it,--my singing,--for the phonograph.

You'll learn it better from that." "All right; Chick, come and find the record for me." The two went into the library, leaving the others on the porch.
It was Sunday afternoon, and everybody was idle and happy.

Patty was a good hostess and did not bother her guests by over-entertaining them.
But at Wistaria Porch there was always enough to do, if any one wanted to do it,--and delightful lounging places, if one were indolently inclined.
Searching among the catalogued records, Chick easily found the one Elise wanted.
"What a lot of records they have of the baby's voice!" he exclaimed.
"Yes," Elise assented, "they make them on all occasions.

Patty's keeping them for her, when she grows up.