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that they prefer New York, why,--we'll
have another debate, that's all."
Uncle Charley sat down, and Mr. Fairfield rose. "I have listened with
great interest to the somewhat flattering remarks of my esteemed fellow
members, and have come to the conclusion that, if agreeable to Her
Judgeship, a compromise might be effected. It would seem to me that if
a decision should be arrived at for the Vernondale home, the Fairfields
could manage to reap some few of those mysterious advantages said to
be found in city life, by going to New York and staying a few months
every winter. This, too, would give them an opportunity to receive
visits from the Elliott family, which would, I'm sure, be a pleasure and
profit to all concerned. With this suggestion I am quite ready to hear a
positive and final decision from Her Honour, the Judge."
"And it won't take her long to make up her mind, either," cried Patty. "I
knew you'd fix it somehow, papa; you are the best and wisest man!
Solomon wasn't in it with you, nor Solon, nor Socrates, nor anybody!
That arrangement is exactly what I choose, and suits me perfectly, I do
want to stay in New York sometimes, but I would much rather live in

Vernondale; so the judge hereby announces that, on the merits of the
case, the question is decided in the negative. The Fairfields will buy a
house in Vernondale, and the judge hopes that they will buy it quick."
"Three cheers for Patty and Uncle Fred," cried Frank, and while they
were being given with a will, Marian flew to the telephone, and, when
the cheers subsided, she was engaged in a conversation of which the
debating club heard only one side.
"Is this you, Elsie?"
"What do you think? Patty's going to stay in Vernondale!"
"Yes, indeed, perfectly gorgeous."
"Just this evening; just now."
"I guess I am! I'm so glad I don't know what to do!"
"Oh, yes, of course she'll keep on being president."
"No, they haven't decided yet, but I want them to take the Bigelow
house."
"Yes; wouldn't it be fine!"
"Oh, it isn't very late."
"Well, come over early to-morrow morning, then."
"Good-by."
"Elsie Morris is delighted," said Marian, as she hung up the receiver,
"and Polly Stevens will just dance jigs of joy when she hears about it.
I'd call her up now, only I'm afraid she'd break the telephone trying to
express her enthusiasm; she flutters so."
"You can tell her about it to-morrow," said Frank, "and now let's talk
about where the house shall be. Would you rather buy or build, Uncle

Fred?"
"Perhaps it would be better to rent," said Mr. Fairfield. "Suppose my
fickle daughter should change her mind, and after a visit in the city
decide that she prefers it for her home."
"I'm not fickle, papa," said Patty, "and it's all arranged all right just as it
is; but I don't want a rented house, they won't let you drive tacks in the
walls, or anything like that. Let's buy a house, and then, if you turn
fickle and want to move away, we can sell it again."
"All right," said Mr. Fairfield obligingly, "what house shall we buy?"
"I know just the one," cried Marian; "guess where it is."
"Would you, by any chance, refer to the Bigelow house?" inquired
Frank politely.
"How did you know?" exclaimed Marian. "I only heard to-day that it is
for sale, and I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, next time you have a surprise in store for us," said Frank, "don't
announce it to Elsie Morris over the telephone."
"Oh, did you hear that?"
"As a rule, sister dear, unless you are the matron of a deaf and dumb
asylum, you must expect those present to hear your end of a telephone
conversation."
"Of course," said Marian; "I didn't think. But, really, wouldn't the
Bigelow house be fine? Only a few blocks away from here, and such a
lovely house, with a barn and a conservatory, and a little arbour in the
garden."
Patty began to look frightened.
"Goodness, gracious me!" she exclaimed; "I don't believe I realise what
I'm coming to. I could take care of the little arbour in the garden; but I

wonder if I could manage a house, and a barn, and a conservatory!"
"And go to school every day, besides," said her father, laughing. "I
think, my child, that at least until your school days are over, we will
engage the services of a responsible housekeeper."
"Oh, papa!" cried Patty, in dismay, "you said I could keep house for
you; and Aunt Alice has taught me lots about it; and she'll teach me lots
more; and you know I can make good pumpkin pies; and, of course,