"How ever can you live in this fancy place! It's like a picture!" "It is," agreed Patty, pleased at the comment.

"But I love it.

I'm afraid I'm too fond of soft lights and pretty appointments, and delicate fragrance." "Well, you've got it! My land! I'm afraid to move around! I don't want to break anything." "You won't," laughed Patty.

"Sit there, and we can talk while I get into my gown.

I do my own hair, too," and she shook down her mop of golden curls, to Azalea's hearty admiration..