She sighed a little, the colour coming and going on her face.
Mrs. Forrester watched her with some interest.
"You would like to go home again, Patty?"
"For some things—beyond words; for others"
"Yes, my dear, for others?"
"For others, no," replied {atty, steadily
Then she drew herself up and spoke with emphasis:
"I have been over three weeks with you, and I have been so happy, Mrs. Forrester, and I—I have forgotten lots of things, which really are part of my life; indeed, nearly all my life. It is much better for me to go home now before I get accustomed to the—to the things that belong to rich people, Mrs. Forrester. If you leave here on Friday, shall I get to Beatrice Gardens that night, and ought I to write now and tell them? I wonder how father has got
