Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1907-06-22
CHAPTER III.

The little garden was gay with flowers
Glove pinks, great blue flags, and big
innocent eyed marguerites; up the quaint
rustic porch sweet brier and clematis
were climbing, and just inside the open
door an old woman sat knitting. Patri
cia paused a moment at the little wooden
wicket and looked up the narrow tagged
path; then, with slight accession of col
or, she unattached the gate and walked
quickly up to the cottage.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Forman."
The old woman put down her knitting
and rose.
Good afternoon, ma'am," then her ex
preston changed. a beg your pardon;
but it is Miss Drummond, isn't it 2"
Eyes. Is it so long since you saw me
that you have quite forgotten?" Patricia
said brightly, as she held out her hand
with pretty friendliness. MY little sis
ter is outside in her carriage, Mrs. For
man; she is very anxious to pay you a
visit VIII it be convenient today, or
would you rather put it OFF,"
Little Miss Babette!" And Mrs. For
man Slogan to hustle round. "Why, of
course l shall be proud, Miss Drum
mond."
Patricia did not wait. 81 will fetch
her them" she said, with laughing nod
81 shall be back directly"
To Babette everything looked charm
ing as her sister wheeled her towards the
cottage.
What dear little garden!" she said,
raising her head and shifting appreciative-
~ What lovely marguerites! And the
mignonette-it is ever SO much sweeter
- - Oh
doesn't it look nice inside the houses"
Patricia glanced approvingly at the
homelv interior. Summer though it was,
little fire burned on the open hearth
over it the kettle suspended by pot
hook was just beginning to sing, the
slanting rays of the setting sun cleaned
on the old copper pots and pans ranged
round the wall; the red brick floor and
the round deal table were as spotless as
securing could make them.
The kettle looks very enticing," she
said gaily Il think, Babette. that PEI
haps if you are very good, and we ask
Mrs Forman very nicely, she will give US
cup of tea.'
Babette shouted with delight.
Would you, Mrs. Forman-would you?
Out of those dear little cups and sau.
cers!"-glancing at the old crockery on
the dresser.
Mrs. Forman looked quite overcome.
Indeed, Miss Drummond, | should be
proud if you would condescend."
Then that is settled, for we should be
delighted" said Patricia pleasantly.
And if Miss Babette would take an
egg We have them home-laid." Mrs. For
man went on hesitatingly. dustin likes
TO see some livestock about the place,
and the fowls"
Oh! May go and see them?" Ba-
bette's glee was infectious and Patricia
laughed, as she picked her up bodily and
carried her down the back step and into
the tiny graveled yard, where there was
big family of poultry scratching.
Babette was enchanted with every
thing. She insisted on being set down on
The step and trying to coax the fowls TO
her hand for the grain which she found
Standing in a sack in the little clubhouse.
her efforts had just been crowned with
success when Mrs Forman came to tell
them that tea was ready.
1t looks lovely, doesn't it, PATTI" Ba-
bette cried. as her sister set her at the
nttIe table with its snowy cloth, its
homeiy china, the promised brown new
iaid eggs, and a great dish of golden
Delightful" Patricia assented Then
he' glance fell on the old woman who
was still standing, and her quick eye
aatfd that only two places were laid.
" Mrs. Forman, you are not going
" iaave US to take tea alone2" She said
slhiIingiy Come, let me draw up this
armchair for you
MIS- Forman looked discomposed.
oh' Miss Drummond. l couldn't think
q presuming!"
6Nt Patricia would not listen: she al
most forced the old lady into her chair,
Shd insisted on finding the additional
.loeSery herself, then, when they were
eo-'I oftably settled, and Babette had be-
wall. "
A. nat portrait is very like your son,
'lfs- forman. Is it