without friction."

Humming snatches of song to herself, Patty continued to explore
her new domain. The rose-coloured boudoir opened into a dainty
bedroom done in white and gold. Everywhere white silk or lace
curtains were looped back with Frenchy pink satin rosebuds, and
the gilded furniture, with its embroidered satin cushions, made
the room look fit for a princess. Patty laughed with glee, for she
loved dainty prettiness and this was a novel change from her own
simpler belongings.

From the bedroom she went on to the dressing-room and bathroom;
the former replete with all known appurtenances to Milady's
toilette, and the latter a bewildering vista of marble, silver,
and glass.

Dinner was a gay little feast. Although Patty had dined once or
twice before at "Red Chimneys," it had been with her parents at
formal dinners, and they had been examples of the unrestrained
elegance which Mr. Galbraith deemed the correct way of displaying
his wealth.

The Fairfields had assumed that the overelaborateness was due to
the festive occasion, but Patty now perceived that the same
formality of service was observed with only the two girls at the
table. And the menu was long and varied enough to have served a
dinner party.

Of course, it all appealed to Patty's sense of humour, but as it
was Mona's habit to dine under the supervision of three or four