home-comers, and the young people seized on Patty as if they would never let her go again.
“My! but you’ve grown!” said Kenneth, looking at her admiringly; “I mean you’re grown-up looking, older, you know.”
“I’m only a year older,” returned Patty, laughing, “and you’re that, yourself!”
“Why, so I am. But you’ve changed somehow,—I don’t know just how.”
Honest Kenneth looked so puzzled that Elise laughed at him and said:
“Nonsense, Ken, it’s her clothes. She has a foreign effect, but it will soon wear off in New York. I am glad to see you again, Patty; we didn’t think it would be so long when we parted in Paris last Spring.”
“No, indeed; and I’m glad to be home again, though I have had a terribly good time. Now, I suppose we must see about our luggage.”
“Yes,” said Roger, “you’ll be sorry you brought so many fine clothes when you have to pay duty on them.”
“Well, duty first, and pleasure afterward,” said Kenneth. “Come on, Patty, I’ll help you.”
“Oh, dear,” said Mrs. Allen, “must we wait for all this custom-house botheration? I’m so tired of waiting.”
“No, you needn’t,” said Mr. Fairfield, kindly. “You and Nan and Mr. Allen jump in a taxicab and go home. I’ll keep Patty with me, and any other of the young people who care to stay, and we’ll settle matters here in short order.”
The young people all cared to stay, and though they had to wait some time, when at last they did get a customs inspector he proved to be both courteous and expeditious.
“Oh, don’t spoil my best hat!” cried Patty, in dismay, as he laid thoughtless hands on a befeathered creation.
“That I won’t, ma’am,” was the hearty response, and the hat was laid back in its box as carefully as an infant in its cradle. “I have ladies in my own family, ma’am, and I know just how you feel about it.”
“I’m perfectly willing to declare all my dutiable goods,” went on Patty, “but I do hate to have my nice things all tumbled up.”
“Quite right, ma’am, quite right,” amiably agreed the inspector, who had fallen a victim to Patty’s pretty face and bright smiles.
“Well, you did get through easily, Patty,” said Elise, after it was over and the trunks despatched by express. “When we came home, mother was half a day fussing over customs.”
“It’s Patty’s winning ways as does it,” said Kenneth. “She hypnotised that fat inspector with a mere glance of her eye.”
“Nonsense!” said Patty, laughing; “it’s an easy trick. They’re always nice and kind if you jolly them a little bit.”
“Jolly me,” said Kenneth, “and see how nice and kind I’ll be.”
“You’re kind enough as you are,” returned Patty. “If you were any kinder, I’d be overwhelmed with obligations. But how are we all going to get into this taxicab? Five into one won’t go.”
“That’s easy,” said Roger. “I’ll perch outside with the chauffeur.”
“No, let me,” said Kenneth.
But after a good-natured controversy, Roger won the day, and climbed into the front seat. Mr. Fairfield, Kenneth, and the two girls settled themselves inside, and off they started for the Fairfields’ home in Seventy-second street.
“I don’t see much change in the old town,” remarked Patty, as they neared the Flatiron.
“You don’t, eh?” observed Kenneth. “Well, there’s the Metropolitan tower,—I guess you’ll say that’s pretty fine, if you have seen the Campanile in Venice.”
“But I didn’t,” returned Patty. “I was too late for the old one and too soon for the new. But is this a Campanile, father? What is a Campanile, pure and simple?”
“A Campanile ought always to be pure and simple, of line,” said Mr. Fairfield; “but if you mean what is it specifically, it’s a bell tower. Listen, you’ll hear the quarter-hour now.”
“Oh, what lovely chimes!” cried Patty. “Let’s move, father, and take a house beneath the shadow of a great clock.”
“I’ve moved enough for a while, my child; if I once get seated at my own fireside, I shall stay there.”
“How Christmassy things look,” went on Patty, gazing out of the cab window. “It’s only the middle of December, but the streets are crowded and there are holly wreaths in some of the windows.”
“You won’t have to buy many Christmas presents, will you, Patty?” said Elise. “I suppose you brought home enough Italian trinkets to supply all your friends.”
“Yes, we did,” laughed Patty. “I daresay my friends will get tired of busts of Dante, and models of the Forum.”
“Don’t give those to me. If you have a Roman scarf nobody else wants, I’ll thank you kindly.”
“All right, Elise; I’ll remember that. And if I haven’t, I daresay I can buy one in the New York shops.”
“Wicked girl! Don’t attempt any such deception on your tried and true friend. Oh, Patty, do you remember the day we got lost in Paris?”
And then the two girls plunged into a flood of reminiscences that lasted all the way home.
“Come in? of course we’ll come in!” said Roger, as he assisted them from the cab, and Patty graciously invited him. “That’s what we’re here for! We’re all coming in, and if we’re heartily urged, we may stay to dinner.”
In reality, Mrs. Allen, who was temporarily hostess in her daughter’s house, had invited Kenneth and the two Farringtons to dine, in order to make a gay home-coming for Patty.
Very cosy and attractive the house looked, as, after more than a year’s absence, Patty once again stepped inside. It had been closed while Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield were away, but a few days before their return, Mrs. Allen, Nan’s mother, had come over from Philadelphia and opened the house and made it cheery and livable. A bright fire glowed in the library, flowers were all about, and holly-wreaths hung in the windows.
“It’s good to be home again,” said Patty, as she sank into an easy-chair and threw aside her furs.
“It’s good to have you here,” responded Elise. “I’ve missed you terribly.”
“Me, too,” said Roger, while Kenneth added, “So say we all of us.”
Always a favourite, wherever she went, Patty was specially beloved by her young friends in New York, and so the reunion was a happy one to all concerned.
Before dinner was announced, Patty flew up to her own room to change her travelling costume for a pretty little house-dress.
“Come on, Elise,” she said, and soon the two girls were cosily chatting in Patty’s dressing-room.
“You look so different with your hair done up,” said Elise. “Weren’t you sorry to give up hair-ribbons?”
“Yes, I was; I hate to feel grown-up. Just think, I’ll be nineteen next May.”
“Well, May’s a long way off yet. It’s only December now. What are you going to do on Christmas, Patty?”
“I don’t know. Nan hasn’t planned yet. She waited to see her mother first. But I know Mrs. Allen will invite us to Philadelphia to spend Christmas with her.”
“You don’t want to go, do you? Can’t you spend Christmas with me, instead?”
“Oh,