I want you to see granp and granny, and I want them to know you, and--and, oh, it's _lovely_ there, and you wouldn't be lonely, you'd have me and granp and granny; and--and it wouldn't cost more, I am sure," she added practically, "it is ever such a cheap place to live in; and--and we would find you a nice room, and, oh, the flowers you'd have--" She had to stop at last from sheer want of breath.

But by the time she had done Miss Patch had checked her tears and raised her head, and was staring at Jessie with wide, bright, half-frightened eyes, her face flushed and excited.
"I--it--oh no, it can't be; but--but, oh, how heavenly it sounds to a lonely body like me!" she gasped.
"But it _can_ be," cried eager Jessie.

"I am sure it can, and it would be lovelier even than it sounds." "But how could I manage ?" gasped Miss Patch, looking dejected again.
"Think of my lameness--and there's my furniture." Jessie looked about her.

"There isn't _very_ much of it," she said thoughtfully.

"I am sure it isn't enough to stop your coming." And she was right, for, after all, there was but the old-fashioned bed and chest of drawers, a chair or two and a couple of tables, and a few boxes and other trifles.