"I wish your visit could have been longer," Mrs. Carrington said. "I should have enjoyed asking in the young people about here and having a dance."
Patricia was very sorry. She had been on the extreme confines of young-ladyhood.
"It was just delightful!" Jaqueline explained to Mrs. Jettson. "Both ladies are lovely, but Madam is grand and holds you in a little awe. She looks like some old picture stepped out of a frame. And they are just crazy over girls—no, you cannot imagine such stately ladies being crazy over anything. They made so much of Patty that she put on airs."
"I'm almost as tall as you, Miss Jaqueline!"
"But you would look ridiculous with a train and your hair done up high, and a mincing step—"
"I didn't think that you minced very much!" interrupted the younger. "I saw you run down the garden walk, and Mr. Ralph said—" making a sudden halt.
"Well, what did he say?"
Patty paused, for she recalled the fact that Mr. Ralph's comment had been distinctly complimentary.
"Don't dispute, girls. Patty, you are nothing but a child, if you are tall, and you know you wouldn't like to give up racing and climbing and dancing to old Sam's fiddle. You girls do have the best of everything, while poor Dolly and Marian—"
"I'm glad grandpapa isn't any real relation to me!" exclaimed Patricia. "I like father a million times better."