"Who wouldn't be—with all this?"
Patty swept an arm off toward the acres of their domain, and smiled happily in her delight of ownership.
"Well, anyway," she went on, "we'll ask Elise and Bumble and Phil and
Kenneth and Chick and—"
"Don't get too many,—you'll wear yourself all out just talking to them."
"No: a big party entertain themselves better than a few. Well, I'll fix up the list. Anybody you want specially?"
"No, not now. Some time we'll have Mona and Roger, of course; and some time Daisy—"
"Yes, when we have Adèle and Jim. Oh, won't we have lots of jolly parties! Thank goodness we've plenty of guest rooms."
"Are they all in order?"
"Not quite. I have to make lace things and fiddle-de-fads for some of them."
"Can't you buy those?"