green silk, and a knitted afghan of soft green wool lay folded at the foot.
Two or three vases of mignonette and ferns harmonized with the general effect, and gave the room a delightful fragrance.
Although unable to appreciate all these details at a first glance, Patty at once realized that the whole room presented a far more charming and refined appearance than her more elaborate apartment at Villa Rosa, with its ornate bric-a-brac and expensive rugs.
"It is lovely," she said to her aunt. "I never saw a room that I liked as well. I think a fairy must have touched it with her wand, it is all so fresh and sweet, just like a woodland dell."
"This is your fairy bower," said Aunt Alice, and she opened a glass door leading out on a balcony.
The balcony was as large as a small room, and it had a roof to it, and rattan shades at the sides that could be rolled up or down at pleasure.
Vines clambered around the pillars, and on the railings between them, were palms and bright flowers growing in jars or tiled boxes.
On the balcony were several easy chairs, a
