Not that her father or Nan were over strict with her; they merely exercised the kind and gentle supervision that every young girl ought to have.  But sometimes, of late, Patty had chafed a little at their restrictions, and though she had no desire to do anything they would disapprove of, she enjoyed the novel sense of entire freedom of action.  However, to be responsible to nobody at all seemed to make Patty feel an added responsibility of her own behaviour, so she went into the house, determined to do all she ought to do as mistress there.  Though her time for such duties was short.  The Fairfields had been obliged to leave on an early morning train, and Patty was not to go to Mona’s until late in the afternoon.  She had, therefore, several hours, and she went systematically to work, looking through each room to make sure all was in order for closing the house.  She put away some books and some bits of choice bric-a-brac, and then went out to interview the cook.

“Yes, Miss Patty,” said that worthy, in answer to her enquiries, “I’ve enough av food for yer luncheon, an’ thin I’ll dispose av the schraps, and lave the refrigerators clane an’ empty.”

“That’s right, Susan,” said Patty, in most housekeeperly tones; “and will you go away in time for me to lock up the house after you?”

“Yes, Miss; Mrs. Fairfield said we was all to go at five o’clock.  Thin Miller will lock up, and give yersilf the keys.”

Patty knew these matters had all been arranged by her parents, but it pleased her to assume an authority.

“Very well, Susan,” she said.  “And where are you all going?” “Jane, she’s going to take another place, Miss; but I’m going to me sister’s for a time.  It’s a rest I’m nadin’.”

Patty looked kindly at the cook.  She had never really talked with her before, as Nan a capable and sufficient housewife, and Patty was a little surprised to see what a fine-looking woman Susan was.  She was Irish, but of the best type.  A large, well-built figure, and a sensible, intelligent face.  Her abundant hair was slightly grey, and her still rosy cheeks and dark blue eyes indicated her nationality.  Though she spoke with a soft burr, her brogue was not very noticeable, and Patty felt irresistibly drawn to her.

“If you want anything, Susan,” she said, “or if I can help you in any way, come to me at once.  I shall be at ‘Red Chimneys’ for two months, you know.”

“Thank you, Miss Patty.  I’m thinkin’ I’ll be fair comfortable at my sister’s.  But if you do be goin’ by in yer autymobile, wave yer hand, just.  It’d please us all.  You know the house,—­down on the Scudder Road.”

“Yes, I know, Susan.  I often pass there, and I’ll wave my hand at you every time.”

Patty went back to her own room, and continued her preparations for her visit to Mona.  Although “Red Chimneys” was but two blocks away, the packing to be done was the same as if for a more distant destination.  Many of Patty’s things had already been sent over, and now she was looking up some favourite books and music to take with her.  Though, of course, she would have the keys of her own home, and could return for anything she might want.