Patty's Place The next evening found them treading resolutely the herring-bone walk through the tiny garden.

The April wind was filling the pine trees with its roundelay, and the grove was alive with robins--great, plump, saucy fellows, strutting along the paths.

The girls rang rather timidly, and were admitted by a grim and ancient handmaiden.

The door opened directly into a large living-room, where by a cheery little fire sat two other ladies, both of whom were also grim and ancient.

Except that one looked to be about seventy and the other fifty, there seemed little difference between them.