"So it is! What a stunning old vine it is. I did think I'd change the name of the place, but that wistaria over that porch is too fine to be discarded. Let's get Mr. Hepworth up here to paint it."
"It must be painted, and soon, while it's in its prime. If Hepworth can't come, I'll get somebody else. I want that picture."
"And let's have some photographs of it. It's so perfect."
"All right, I'll take those myself,—to-morrow,—it's too late now."
"And me and Baby will sit in the middle of the composition! Won't that be touching!"
Patty laughed merrily, but Farnsworth said, "You bet you will! Be ready in the morning, for I'll want a lot of poses."
CHAPTER II
GUESTS ARRIVE
"I refuse to go a step further! This porch of wistaria is the most wonderful thing I ever saw in all my life! When I heard the name of the place, I thought it was crazy,—but of course I see now it's the only possible name! I don't care what's inside the house,—here I am,—and here I stay!"
Elise Farrington threw off her motor coat, and settling herself on the side seat of the porch, under the drooping bunches of purple bloom, looked quite as if she meant what she said.