"Now, I propose," she went on, "that we have a week-end house-party.
That's the nicest way to show off the place--"

"Patty! Are you growing proud and ostentatious?"

"I'm proud--very much so, of my home and my family,--but nobody ever
called me ostentatious! What _do_ you mean?"

"Nothing. I spoke thoughtlessly. But you are puffed up with pride and
vanity,--_I_ think."

"Who wouldn't be--with all this?"

Patty swept an arm off toward the acres of their domain, and smiled
happily in her delight of ownership.

"Well, anyway," she went on, "we'll ask Elise and Bumble and Phil and
Kenneth and Chick and--"

"Don't get too many,--you'll wear yourself all out just talking to them."

"No: a big party entertain themselves better than a few. Well, I'll fix
up the list. Anybody you want specially?"

"No, not now. Some time we'll have Mona and Roger, of course; and some
time Daisy--"

"Yes, when we have Adèle and Jim. Oh, won't we have lots of jolly
parties! Thank goodness we've plenty of guest rooms."