“Not at all; if you keep your sentiment in its proper place, and don’t let it interfere with the somewhat prosaic duties that have of late come into your life.”

“Gracious goodness’ sakes!” said Patty; “that reminds me.  What shall I order from the butcher this morning?”

“Don’t ask me,” said Mr. Fairfield.  “I object to being implicated in matters so entirely outside my own domain.”

“Oh, certainly,” said Patty; “that’s all right.  I beg your pardon, I’m sure.  And don’t feel alarmed; I’ll promise you shall have a tip-top dinner.”

“I’ve no doubt of it, and now good-bye, Baby, I must be off to catch my train.  Don’t get lonesome; have a good time; and forget that your father scolded you.”

“As if I minded that little feathery scolding!  Come home early, and bring me something nice from the city.  Good-bye.”

Left to herself, Patty began to keep house with great diligence.  She planned the meals for the day, made out orders for market, gave the flowers in the vases fresh water, and looking in at the conservatory, she found Pansy Potts digging around the potted daisies with a hairpin.

“Pansy,” she said kindly, “I’m glad to have you take care of the flowers; but you mustn’t spend all your time in here.  Have you straightened up in the dining-room yet?”

“No, ma’am,” said Pansy; “but these little daisies cried so loud to be looked after that I just couldn’t neglect them another minute.  See how they laugh when I tickle up the dirt around their toes.”

“That’s all very well, Pansy,” said Patty, laughing herself; “but I want you to do your work properly and at the right time; now leave the daisies until the dining-room and bedrooms are all in order.”

“Yes, Miss Patty,” said Pansy, and, though she cast a lingering farewell glance at the beloved posies, she went cheerfully about her duties.

“Now,” thought Pansy, “I’ll telephone to Marian to come over this afternoon and stay to dinner, and stay all night; then we can arrange about having the Tea Club to-morrow.  Why, there’s the doorbell; perhaps that’s Marian now.  I don’t know who else it could be, I’m sure.”

In a few moments Pansy Potts appeared, and offered Patty a card on a very new and very shiny tray.

“For goodness’ sake, who is it, Pansy?” asked Patty, reading the card, which only said, “Miss Rachel Daggett.”

“I don’t know, Miss Patty, I’m sure.  She asked for you, and I said you’d go right down.”

“Very well; I will,” said Patty.

A glance in the mirror showed a crisp fresh shirt-waist, and neatly brushed hair, so Patty ran down to the library to welcome her guest.

The guest proved to be a large, tall, and altogether impressive-looking lady, who spoke with a great deal of firmness and decision.

“I am Miss Daggett,” she said, “and I am your neighbour.”

“Are you?” said Patty pleasantly.  “I am very glad to meet you, and I hope you will like me for a neighbour.”