round table and a couch, all of wicker basket-work, and across the corner was swung a green and white hammock with pillows of green linen.
"Oh, Aunt Alice," cried Patty, "this is fairy-land! Is this my balcony?"
"Yes, dear," said her aunt, kissing her happy, surprised little face, "and I hope you will often enjoy it. I want you to be a happy Patty during your stay with us."
"I am happy already," said Patty, as they went back into her room, "in such a lovely home, and among such lovely people."
"May I come in?" said Marian, tapping at the open door. "Mother mine, are you going to monopolize our Patty? I haven't half seen her yet."
"You can see me," said Patty, smiling at her cousin, "but you can't hear me, for I am speechless with delight at this beautiful room, and that fairy-land place outside. And now I'm going to put my mother's picture on the desk and then it will be just perfect."
Patty took the portrait from her traveling-bag, and Aunt Alice looked at it tenderly. Though she had known her brother's young wife but a
