"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 Adele and Jim. Oh, won't we have lots of jolly
parties! Thank goodness we've plenty of guest rooms."
"Are they all in order?"
"Not quite. I have to make lace things and fiddle-de-fads for some of
them."
"Can't you buy those?"
"Some I do, but some I like to make. It's no trouble, and they're
prettier."
"Let's go back around by the garage, I want to see Larry."
They strolled around through the well-kept vegetable gardens and chicken
yards, and came to the garage. Here were the big cars and Patty's own
little runabout. Larry, the chauffeur, touched his cap with a respectful
smile at Patty, and as Farnsworth talked to the man, Patty stood looking
off across the grounds and wondering if any one in the whole world loved
a home as she did.
Then they went on, strolling by the flower beds and formal gardens.
"And through the land at eve they went," quoted Bill, softly.
"And on her lover's arm she leant," Patty took up the verse.
"And round her waist she felt it fold," continued he:
"And far across the hills they went
To that new world which is the old.
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