Patty's Pleasure Trip

“Milly,” said Peter Homer, in his kind way, after one of her petulant outbursts, “it’s raining, and I’m glad it is, and you’re going to be glad too. You’re going to have such a...

“Or Flo and I can look after her,” observed Patty. “I’ve never met the lady, but I think she goes around with her nose in a book. I’ve always heard of her widespread knowledge o...

The Fairfields spent a few delightful days in Paris. They staid at a large and pleasant hotel, and their rooms looked out upon the Place Vendôme, which was one of Patty’s favour...

“To tell you the awful truth, Flo, I don’t quite know what that word means! Re-pine, I daresay, is to pine again. But you see I don’t know how to pine the first time.”

In the spacious, open carriage Patty and Violet sat facing Lancaster and Mr. Homer, and they drove slowly through the streets of Rome, remarking their favourite points of intere...

Hastily flinging on her dressing-gown, she opened the door to see Mr. Fairfield standing there with a smiling face that betokened good news. He waved a telegram at her, and excl...

She jumped up and ran to peep through the blinds. Sure enough a small crowd of people stood in the white roadway that divided the hotel from the river, and four men were singing...

The party was not a small one, for there had been guests at dinner, and several of the young people from the neighbouring country-houses had come over later, to say good-by to P...

The orchestra, just far enough away to be pleasant, had been engaged to play at intervals, including some American airs with their other selections. The collation had been caref...

Mr. Fairfield was not at all displeased to learn that the two girls had gone to the Royal Palace with the Italian men, for he trusted to Carlo’s notions of propriety, and was qu...

Snippy accompanied them, for the simple reason that she wouldn’t remain behind; but as she was a most amiable person, except when reprimanding her young charge, nobody objected...

Another half hour went by, and Patty, looking at her watch, said, “Why, it’s after nine o’clock! We will now eat our grapes. I meant to offer some to that dear old lady, but she...

It was very early in the morning when the train pulled into the station at Rome. Patty had been up and dressed for some time, watching from the window the strange views and nove...

“It is horrid, I know,” she said, contritely. “I don’t know why the excessively correct and well-bred atmosphere of Markleham Grange should bring out my worst American slang, bu...

The Fairfields were to leave Rome for Florence at ten o’clock in the morning, and Flo and Snippy were to go with them. Patty’s regret at leaving Rome was somewhat lessened by he...

Lady Kitty spread out the sheets of millinery designs, and still absorbed in her reading, Patty lifted her hand and, without looking, pointed a finger at random till it rested o...

When they were safely in their rooms, behind locked doors, Flo threw herself into Mrs. Ponderby’s motherly arms and wept as hard as she could, which was really pretty hard.

This large apartment was very attractive, for aside from the purpose for which it was intended, it was admirably adapted for a cosy lounging-place. A sort of extension with roof...

The days in Venice rippled by so happily that Patty couldn’t realise how fast they were going. Their own party was usually joined by some or all of the three young men, whose ho...

The beginning of the sunset hour cast a warm, happy light, and Patty, who was very sensitive to the peculiar charms of this most delightful part of Rome, was gazing at the beaut...