She acknowledged it. Saint Ursula's monogram was emblazoned large upon her sleeve.
"Do they know you're out?"
"No," she returned candidly, "I don't believe they do. I am quite sure of it in fact. They think I've gone to the dentist's with Mam'selle, and she thinks I'm at school. So it leaves me entirely at leisure. I thought I'd come over and see what Mr. Weatherby's Italian garden looks like. I'm interested in Italian gardens."
"Well I'll be—!" He commenced, and came a trifle nearer and stared again. "Did you happen to see any 'No Trespassing' signs as you came through?"
"Mercy, yes! The whole place is peppered with 'em."
"They don't seem to have impressed you much."
"Oh, I never pay any attention to 'No Trespassing' signs," said Patty easily. "You'd never get anywhere in this world if you let them bother you."
The man unexpectedly chuckled.
"I don't believe you would!" he agreed. "I've never let them bother me," he added meditatively.
"Can't I help you plant your onions?" Patty asked politely. It struck her that this might be the quickest route to the Italian garden.