"Mine won't need anything," said Pansy, "except what's in it already, and what I've got to put in it myself. I brought my decorations over this morning." "Oh, you did?" said Patty. "Well, bring them along, and we'll all go upstairs together." "I'll get mine, too," said Mancy, shuffling toward the kitchen. The servants' rooms were in the third story. They had been freshly papered and neatly and appropriately furnished, though Patty had not, as yet, added any pictures or ornaments. And, apparently, she would have no occasion to do so; for, as she went up to these rooms, she was immediately followed by their future occupants, each of whom came with her arms full of what looked like the most worthless rubbish. "What _is_ all that stuff, Pansy?" exclaimed Patty, as she beheld her young waitress fairly staggering under her load. "They're lovely things, Miss Patty, and I hope you don't mind. This is a hornet's nest, and this is a branch of an apple tree, with a swing-bird's nest on it." "A branch! It's a big limb,--a bough, I should call it. What _are_ you going to do with it?" "I thought I'd put it on the wall, Miss Patty. It makes the room look outdoorsy." "It does, indeed! Put it up, if you like; but will you have room then to get in yourself?" "Oh, yes," said Pansy cheerfully; "and I've got a big tub over home that I want to bring; it has an orange tree planted in it." "With oranges on?" "Oh, no, not oranges; indeed, it hasn't any leaves on, but I think maybe they'll come." "It must be beautiful!" said Patty. "But if it hasn't any leaves on, it's probably dead." "Oh, no, Miss Patty, it isn't dead; and it had leaves a-plenty, but my little brother he picked the leaves all off. That's one reason I wanted to come here, so's to get my orange tree away from Jack." "Well, bring it along," said Patty good-naturedly. "What else are you going to have? A grape-vine, I suppose, trained over the headboard of your bed." "No, Miss Patty, I haven't got no grapevine, but I've got a wandering-jew-vine in a pot, that I want to set on the mantel." "All right," said Patty, "bring your wandering-jew, and let him wander wherever he likes. You'll have to keep your door shut, or he'll wander out and run downstairs. What's in that bag?" "Rocks, Miss Patty." "Rocks? What in the world are you going to do with those?" "I'm going to make a rockery, ma'am, by the window. They're just beautiful. Miss Powers has one in her parlour, and I always wanted one, but mother wouldn't let me have it, 'cause she says it clutters." "But, what is it?" said Patty. "How do you make it?" "Oh, you just pile the stones up in a heap, and you stick dried grasses, and autumn leaves and things, in them; and, if ever you have any flowers, you know, you stick them in, too." "I see; it must be very effective; and sometimes I can give you flowers for it, I'm sure."