They were all looking at the little girl in the car beside him. They had heard about this little girl, and how “cute” she was. Her mother was some relative of Mrs. Lindsay. Leone and Vila looked at her eagerly. The boys hung back but they wanted to see her. Mr. Lindsay was proud. He said: “Well, sir, I’ve got somebody along with me!” “I see you have!” Mr. Sieverson answered with shy heavy jocularity and Mrs. Sieverson asked, “Is this the little girl been visiting you?” “This is the little girl! But I don’t know whether she’s visiting or not. I’ve just about made up my mind I’ll keep her!” They all laughed appreciatively. Leone pulled her mother’s dress. She wanted her mother to ask if the little girl couldn’t get out and play with them. “Now, don’t. We’ll see,” Mrs. Sieverson whispered. The little girl was so pretty sitting there with her soft golden-brown hair and her cream-white dress that Mr. and Mrs. Sieverson were both shy of saying anything directly to her. Mr. Sieverson cried, still trying conscientiously to joke: “Well, ain’t you going to get out?” Mr. Lindsay asked, “Well!--shall we, Patricia?” The little girl looked gravely at the other little girls, and then nodded. “All right, sir! Patricia’s the boss! I’ve got to do as she says.” She consented to smile at that, and the two boys giggled. Mr. Lindsay lifted her out of the car. She put her arms around his neck, and her little legs and her feet in their shiny black slippers dangled as he swung her to the ground. The children felt shy when he set her down among them. Mr. and Mrs. Sieverson didn’t quite know what to say. “_There_ she is! This is the first time this little girl has ever been out to a farm. What do you think of that, Marvin?” Marvin grinned, and backed off a few steps. “Yes, sir! But she and Uncle Dave have great times driving round together, don’t they?” The little girl looked up at him and then smiled and nodded her head with a subtle hint of mischief. “You bet we do! We have great times.”