"I'm so glad," she said to Elise, "that Clementine gave me this great
big album, for I see already it is none too large. I've taken out all
the New York views and laid them aside. I shall probably give them to
somebody, as there is no sense in carrying them home again. And I'm
filling the book with Paris views. Isn't it fortunate they invented
post-cards, for unmounted photographs do curl up so, and I hate those
little books of views."

"Indeed, it's fine, Patty, and you're arranging them beautifully. I
can't do that sort of thing at all; I'm as clumsy at it as a
hippopotamus. But I'd love to have a book like yours to take home."

"I'll give you this one," said Patty quickly, and she truly meant it,
for she was generous by nature, and, too, she was glad to give Elise
something that she really wanted.

"I wouldn't take it! you needn't think I'm a pig if I AM a
hippopotamus!"

"Well, I'll tell you what I will do, Elise. The first time we go
shopping we'll get a big album exactly like this, and then we'll always
get duplicate post-cards,--we have so far, anyway,--and I'll fix both
the books."

"Oh, Patty, that will be lovely! you do it so neatly and daintily; and I
always tear the corners and smudge the cards and every old thing. I wish
we could go and buy the book this very afternoon."

"We can't; your mother won't go; she's too tired, and she'd never let us
bob about Paris alone. And your father hates to shop, so he wouldn't