"Well, that's a relief," said Ethelyn, as the struggling child was carried
away. "I told you you'd hear her yell pretty often, Patricia."
Patty felt rather embarrassed, and didn't know what to say; she was
beginning to think Villa Rosa had some thorns as well as roses.
After dinner, as they sat round the great fireplace in the library, Mrs.
St. Clair announced:
"I have made up my mind. I will give a tea for Patricia in order that she
may be properly introduced to the Elmbridge people,--the best of them,--and
then later, we will have a large party for her."
This pleased everybody and amiability was restored, and all fell to making
plans for the future pleasures of their guest.
When Patty went to her room that night, she was so tired out with the
excitements of the day, that she was glad to go to rest.
But first of all she opened the little box that her father had given her at
parting. Was it possible that she had left her father only the day before?
Already it seemed like weeks.
With eager fingers she broke the seals and tore off the paper wrappings,
and found to her great delight an ivory miniature of her mother.
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