"A branch! It's a big limb,—a bough, I should call it. What are you going to do with it?"
"I thought I'd put it on the wall, Miss Patty. It makes the room look outdoorsy."
"It does, indeed! Put it up, if you like; but will you have room then to get in yourself?"
"Oh, yes," said Pansy cheerfully; "and I've got a big tub over home that
I want to bring; it has an orange tree planted in it."
"With oranges on?"
"Oh, no, not oranges; indeed, it hasn't any leaves on, but I think maybe they'll come."
"It must be beautiful!" said Patty. "But if it hasn't any leaves on, it's probably dead."
"Oh, no, Miss Patty, it isn't dead; and it had leaves a-plenty, but my little brother he picked the leaves all off. That's one reason I wanted to come here, so's to get my orange tree away from Jack."
"Well, bring it along," said Patty good-naturedly. "What else are you going to have? A grape-vine, I suppose, trained over the headboard of your bed."
"No, Miss Patty, I haven't got no grapevine, but I've got a wandering-jew-vine in a pot, that I want to set on the mantel."