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Aunt Jane's Nieces

No one spoke a word as they marched in humble procession into the

living-room, their feet pressing without sound into the thick rugs.

Everything here was fresh and new, but selected with excellent taste

and careful attention to detail. Not a thing; was lacking, from the

pretty upright piano to the enameled clock ticking upon the mantel.

The dining-room was a picture, indeed, with stained-glass windows

casting their soft lights through the draperies and the side-board

shining with silver and glass. There was a cellarette in one corner,

the Major noticed, and it was well stocked.

Beyond was a pantry with well filled shelves and then the

kitchen--this last filled with every article that could possibly

be needed. In a store-room were enough provisions to stock a

grocery-store and Patsy noted with amazement that there was ice in the

refrigerator, with cream and milk and butter cooling beside it.

They felt now as if they were intruding in some fairy domain. It was

all exquisite, though rather tiny; but such luxury was as far removed

from the dingy rooms they had occupied as could well be imagined. The

Major coughed and ahemmed continually; Patsy ah'd and oh'd and seemed

half frightened; Uncle John walked after them silently, but with a

pleased smile that was almost childish upon his round and rugged face.

Across the hall were three chambers, each with a separate bath, while

one had a pretty dressing-room added.

"This will be Patsy's room," said the Major, with a vast amount of


"Of course," said Uncle John. "The pins on the cushion spell

'Patricia,' don't they?"

"So they do!" cried Patsy, greatly delighted.

"And this room," continued the Major, passing into the next, "will be

mine. There are fine battle-scenes on the wall; and I declare, there's

just the place for the colonel's photograph over the dresser!"

"Cigars, too," said Patsy, opening a little cabinet; "but 'twill be a

shame to smoke in this palace."

"Then I won't live here!" declared the Major, stoutly, but no one

heeded him.

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