“All right,” said Mr. Fairfield obligingly, “what house shall we buy?”

“I know just the one,” cried Marian; “guess where it is.”

“Would you, by any chance, refer to the Bigelow house?” inquired Frank politely.

“How did you know?” exclaimed Marian.  “I only heard to-day that it is for sale, and I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, next time you have a surprise in store for us,” said Frank, “don’t announce it to Elsie Morris over the telephone.”

“Oh, did you hear that?”

“As a rule, sister dear, unless you are the matron of a deaf and dumb asylum, you must expect those present to hear your end of a telephone conversation.”

“Of course,” said Marian; “I didn’t think.  But, really, wouldn’t the Bigelow house be fine?  Only a few blocks away from here, and such a lovely house, with a barn and a conservatory, and a little arbour in the garden.”

Patty began to look frightened.

“Goodness, gracious me!” she exclaimed; “I don’t believe I realise what I’m coming to.  I could take care of the little arbour in the garden; but I wonder if I could manage a house, and a barn, and a conservatory!”

“And go to school every day, besides,” said her father, laughing.  “I think, my child, that at least until your school days are over, we will engage the services of a responsible housekeeper.”

“Oh, papa!” cried Patty, in dismay, “you said I could keep house for you; and Aunt Alice has taught me lots about it; and she’ll teach me lots more; and you know I can make good pumpkin pies; and, of course, I can dust and fly ’round; and that’s about all there is to housekeeping, anyway.”

“Oh, Patty,” said Aunt Alice, “my lessons must have fallen on stony ground if you think that’s all there is to housekeeping.”

“That’s merely a figure of speech, Aunt Alice,” replied Patty.  “You well know I am a thoroughly capable and experienced housekeeper; honest, steady, good-tempered, and with a fine reference from my last place.”

“You’re certainly a clever little housekeeper for your age,” said her aunt, “but I’m not sure you could keep house successfully, and go to school, and practice your music, and attend to your club all at the same time.”

“But I wouldn’t do them all at the same time, Aunt Alice.  I’d have a time for everything, and everything in it place.  I would go to school, and practise, and housekeep, and club; all in their proper proportions—­” Here Patty glanced at her father.  “You see, if I had the proportions right, all would go well.”

“Well, perhaps,” said Mr. Fairfield, “if we had a competent cook and a tidy little waitress, we could get along without a professional housekeeper.  I admit I had hoped to have Patty keep house for me and preside at my table, and at any rate, it would do no harm to try it as an experiment; then, if it failed, we could make some other arrangement.”