"No? Well, you ought to see a little of how the rest of the world lives and moves. So I think I'll let you visit in the North for a year,--say three months with each of your four aunts,--and then next fall I'll be ready to join you, and we'll buy a house and you shall be mistress of it." "A home of our own? Oh, papa, I'd like that lots!" "Yes, so would I. As we have always lived in boarding-houses since your mother's death, you've had no opportunity to learn the details of housekeeping, and these four visits will show you four very distinct types of families." "Why, are my aunts all so different, papa?" "Indeed they are, and though I hope you can make yourself happy with each one, yet you will find life very different in the various homes." "Tell me about them, papa," said Patty, contentedly settling herself back among the cushions of the couch, for she dearly loved a long talk with her father. "Well, you will go first to the St. Clairs. You remember Uncle Robert, your mother's brother, who was here four or five years ago, don't you?" "Indeed I do; he brought me a French doll nearly as big as I was then myself,--and a whole five-pound box of candy. He is a lovely man. But I've never seen Aunt Isabel or the children,--only their photographs." "Your Aunt Isabel is,--but no,--I won't tell you anything about your relatives. You may discover their faults and virtues for yourself. Most of all, my child, you will need to cultivate your sense of proportion. Do you know what proportion means?" "Oh, yes, papa, I studied 'ratio and proportion' in arithmetic." "Not that kind," said her father, smiling; "I mean a proportion of human interests, of amusements or occupations. I wonder if you _are_ too young to understand." "No, I'm not too young to understand _anything_," said Patty, fairly blinking in her endeavor to look as wise as an owl. "Well, then, listen while I put it this way. Suppose you were to make a cake, an ordinary sized cake, you know, how much yeast would you put in it?" "Not any, papa," said Patty, laughing merrily. "I know enough housekeeping not to put yeast in a cake. I'd use baking-powder." "Yes," said her father, quite undisturbed, "that is what I meant,--baking-powder. Now how much of it would you use?" "Well, about two teaspoonfuls," said Patty, feeling very important and housewifely. "Yes. Now suppose instead of two teaspoonfuls you put in two cupfuls." "Why then I wouldn't have any cake at all! I reckon it would rise right up the chimney and run down on the roof outside." "Well, that shows just what I mean. There'd be a too great proportion of baking-powder, wouldn't there?" "Indeed there would," assented Patty, much interested in the conversation, but a little bewildered. "To try again," her father continued, "suppose your frock was so covered by trimming that the material could scarcely be seen at all."