ched his cap with a respectful
smile at Patty, and as Farnsworth talked to the man, Patty stood looking
off across the grounds and wondering if any one in the whole world loved
a home as she did.

Then they went on, strolling by the flower beds and formal gardens.

"And through the land at eve they went," quoted Bill, softly.

"And on her lover's arm she leant," Patty took up the verse.

"And round her waist she felt it fold," continued he:

"And far across the hills they went
To that new world which is the old.
And far across the dying day,
Beyond its utmost purple rim:
Beyond the night, across the day
The happy Princess followed him."

"Through all the world she followed him," added Patty; "I think our
quotations are a bit inaccurate, but we have the gist of Tennyson's
ideas."

"And the gist is--?"

"That I'm a happy Princess," she smiled.

"Well, you're in your element, that's certain. I never saw anybody enjoy
fixing up a house as you do!"

"Did you ever see anybody fix up a house, anyway?"

"I'm not sure I ever did. I had very little home life, dear."

"Well, you're going to make up for that now. You're going to have so much
home life from now on, that you can hardly stagger under it. And I'm
going to make it!"

"Then it will be a real true home-made home! Sometimes, Patty, I fear
that with all your tea-houses and formal gardens you'll lose the real
homey effect--"

"Lose your grandmother! Why, in the right hands, all those faddy things
melt into one big bundle of hominess, and you feel as if you'd always had
'em. Soon you'll declare you've never lived without a Japanese tea-garden
in your back yard!"

"I believe you! You'd make a home feeling in the Parthenon,--if you chose
to live there!"

"Of course I should! Or in the Coliseum, or in the Taj Mahal."

"There, there, that will do! Don't carry your vaunts further! Now come
around the house, and let's go in under the wistaria. It's a purple
glory now!"

"So it is! What a stunning old vine it is. I did think I'd change the
name of the place, but that wistaria over that porch is too fine to be
discarded. Let's get Mr. Hepworth up here to paint it."

"It must be painted, and soon, while it's in its prime. If Hepworth can't
come, I'll get somebody else. I want that picture."

"And let's have some photographs of it. It's so perfect."

"All right, I'll take those myself,--to-morrow,--it's too late now."

"And me and Baby will sit