"Is it, miss? Well, you see, my father's name was Potts; and mother named me Pansy, because she's so fond of the flower. You don't think the name will interfere with my being a waitress, do you?" "Not so far as I'm concerned," said Patty, laughing; "but, you see, I shall be a very inexperienced housekeeper, and if I have an inexperienced waitress also, I don't know what might happen." "Why, now, miss; it seems to me that that would work out just right. You're a young housekeeper, but I expect you know just about what a waitress ought to do, and you could teach me; and I know a lot about housekeeping, and I could teach you." The sincerity in Pansy's voice and manner impressed Patty, and she looked at her closely, as she said: "It does seem good proportion." "It is," said Pansy; "and you've no idea how quickly I can learn." "Can you?" said Patty. "Well, then, learn first to call me Miss Patty. It would suit me much better than to hear you say 'miss' so often." "Yes, Miss Patty." "And don't wring your hands in that absurd fashion, and don't stand first on one foot and then on the other, as if you were scared out of your wits." "No, Miss Patty." Pansy ceased shuffling, dropped her hands naturally to her sides, and stood in the quiet, respectful attitude that Patty had unconsciously assumed while speaking. Delighted at this quick-witted mimicry, Patty exclaimed: "I believe you will do. I believe you are just the one; but I can't decide positively, now. You go home, Pansy, and come to-morrow afternoon to see me at Mrs. Elliott's. Do you know where I live?" "Yes, Miss Patty," and, with a respectful little bob of her head, Pansy Potts disappeared, and Patty ran back to the house. "Well, chickadee," said Mr. Fairfield, "I have about decided that you and I can make ourselves comfortable within these four walls, and, if it suits your ladyship, I think we'll consider that we have taken the house." "It does suit me," said Patty. "I'm perfectly satisfied; and _I_ have taken a house-maid." "Where did you get her?" exclaimed Frank. "Do they grow on trees in the garden? I saw you out in the arbour with one." "Yes," said Patty; "I picked her off a tree. She isn't quite ripe, but she's not so very green; and I think she'll do. Never mind about her now. I can't decide until I've had a talk with Aunt Alice. I'm so glad you decided on this house, papa. Oh, isn't it lovely to have a home! It looks rather bare, to be sure, but, be it ever so empty, there's no place like home. Now, what shall we name it? I do like a nice name for a place." "It has so many of those little boxwood Hedges," said Aunt Alice, looking out of the window, "that you might call it The Boxwood House." "Oh, don't call it a wood-house," said Uncle Charley. "Call it the wood-box, and be done with it," Frank. "I like 'Hall,'" said Patty. "How is Boxwood Hall?" "Sounds like Locksley Hall," said Marian. "More like Boxley Hall," said Frank.