Last came little Gilbert, the pet of the household, and a lovely boy he
was. Short dark curls clustered all over his head and his great brown eyes
gazed at Patty in rapt contemplation.
"I'm glad you've come," he said, finally, "and I love you, and I'll try to
be good all the time you're here."
"That's right, my boy," said Uncle Charlie, catching Gilbert up in his arms
and setting him on his shoulder, "and after Patty is gone, what then?"
"Then,--I'll see about it," said the child, gravely, and they all laughed
at the carefully considered decision.
Then Aunt Alice took Patty up to her room, and as they went through the
halls, Patty thought she had never seen such a beautiful house in her life.
It was as large as the St. Clairs' house, but the decorations and
furnishings were in subdued tints and quiet effects and there was no loud
or garish ornamentation.
When they entered a room on the second floor, Patty could not repress an
exclamation of delight.
"Oh, Aunt Alice," she said, "what a lovely room! Is this mine?"
"Yes, dear," said her aunt, "and I'm glad you like it.
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