"
The fire was burnt out now, and Patty was so sleepy that her head
had scarcely touched the pillow before she fell asleep.
A light tap at her door awakened her the next morning, and Marie
appeared, followed by Nora, with a breakfast tray.
"Wake up, curly-head-sleepy-head," and Marie playfully tweaked
Patty's curls. "Here, I'll be your maid. Here's your nightingale,
and here's your breakfast cap."
Marie deftly arrayed Patty in the pretty trifles, and poked pillows
behind her back until she was comfortable.
"Goodness gracious sakes! Marie," said Patty, rubbing her eyes, "you
waked me out of the soundest sleep I have ever known! WHY bother me
with breakfast?"
"Had to do it," returned Marie, calmly, drawing up a big chair for
herself. "Now keep your eyes open and behave like a lady. Your
chocolate is getting cool and your toast is spoiling."
The two girls were still discussing their breakfast, when Mrs. Perry
came in.
"How are you getting on?" she asked, cheerily; "Babette is still
ill, so I had to send Nora to you."
"Everything is lovely," said Patty, smiling at her hostess. "We're
delightfully looked after. Nora is a jewel. But I hope your maid
isn't seriously ill.
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