“Yes, indeed,” said Flo. “I just wanted you to see how she collapses when I go at her in earnest. But she’s a dear old thing, and I put up with her domineering usually, because it’s more peaceful to do so.”
Then Violet and Lancaster came, bringing Milly Mills. Patty greeted the new girl cordially, and sat down beside her for a chat.
“We’re staying at a pension,” said Milly; “mother is not well enough for the life in a hotel. I wish we might live here. You can do anything you like, can’t you?”
“Why, yes, I suppose so,” said Patty, smiling. “But I never think of it that way, for I always like anything I do.”
Milly opened her eyes wide.
“You do?” she said. “Well, I never like anything I do.”
“What an awful way to live!” exclaimed Patty. “Do you dislike everything on principle?”
“No, but most things are so horrid.”
“Rome isn’t.”
“Oh, yes, it is. It’s hot and dirty, and jammed full of stupid old ruins.”