He pulled an old envelope and a pencil from his pockets, and rapidly drew
the location with a few hasty strokes, and added a suggestion of an
Oriental looking building that was meant for the proposed tea-house.

"Just right!" cried Patty; "you _are_ clever, dear! Now draw Baby and me
drinking tea there."

A few more marks did for the tea drinkers and a queer looking figure
hurrying along the path was doubtless the father coming home.

Patty declared herself satisfied and folded the paper and put it safely
away in her pocket.

"We'll get at that as soon as the landscape gardener finishes the sunken
garden," she said.

"Oh, I'm _glad_ I'm alive! I never expected to have everything I wanted
in the way of gardens! Don't you love them, too?"

"Of course,--and yet, not as you do, Patty. I was brought up in the great
West, you know,--and sometimes I long for the big spaces."

"Why, this is a big space, isn't it?"

"I mean the prairies,--yes, even the desert,--the limitless expanse of--"

"Limitless fiddlesticks! You can't have the earth!"

"I don't want it. You're all the world to me, then why crave the earth?"