But this morning she was alone with Mancy, struggling with the all-important lists.
"I"ll make the salad myself," she remarked, as she wrote "olive oil" on her slip of paper.
"Yas"m," answered Mancy, rolling her eyes with an expression of dubious approval. "Does yo" know how, missy?"
"Oh, yes," said Patty confidently; "I can make most beautiful salad dressing. Only it does take quite a long time, and I shall have a lot to do Thursday morning. Perhaps I"d better leave it to you this time, Mancy.
Can you make it?"
"Laws, yes, honey; and yo"d better leave it to me. Yo"ll have enough to do with yo" flowers and fixin"s, and dressin" yourself up pretty. I"ll "tend to the food."
"Well, all right, Mancy; I wish you would. And, now, just help me with this list. I"ll read it to you, and see if you think of anything that I"ve forgotten."
"Yas"m," said Mancy, who was most anxious to help, but who had already learned that Patty was a little inclined to resent unasked advice.
They were deep in the fascinating bewilderments of grocers" and greengrocers" wares, when Pansy Potts appeared in the doorway.
"Miss Patty," she said, "I"ve done all the things you told me to do; and I watered the palms, and I"ve poked around that bunchy rosebush, but I"m "most sure it"s going to die; and now, if you please, when can I be let to fix up my own room?"
"Sure enough, Pansy," said Patty; "we must get at that room of yours, and we"ll fix it up as pretty as we can."
"Mine, too," said Mancy; "I wants my room fixed up nice. I fetched a lot of pictures to liven it up some, but I reckon I ain"t got no time to put "em up to-day."
"Oh, yes, you have, Mancy," said Patty, rising; "and, anyway, we"ll go right up and look at those rooms; then I can tell what we need to get for them."
"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 gra.s.ses, 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."
"Thank you, Miss Patty; I hope you will. Oh, I"ll be so glad to have it; I"ve been saving these stones for it for years. You see, they"re beautiful stones."
Pansy Potts was on her knees arranging the stones, many of which were jagged pieces of quartz shining here and there with mica scales, into a symmetrical pile, which somehow had the effect of a Pagan altar.
"Well," said Patty, as she watched her, "I don"t think you"ll need any of the decorations I expected to give you."
"Oh, Miss Patty," said Pansy earnestly, "please don"t make me have pictures, and pincushions, and vases, and all those things; I like my own things so much better."
"You shall fix your room just as you choose," said Patty kindly; "and if I can help you in any way, I"ll be glad to do so. How are _you_ progressing, Mancy?"
Patty stepped across the hall to her cook"s room, and found its stout occupant rather precariously perched on a chair, tacking up a picture.
She had evidently improved her time, for many other pictures were already in place, and, what is unusual in either a public or private art-gallery, the pictures were all exactly alike. They were large, very highly coloured, unframed, and, in fact, were nothing more or less than advertis.e.m.e.nts of a popular soap. The subject was a broadly-grinning old coloured woman, washing clothes, that were already snow-white, in a sea of soapsuds.
"For goodness" sake, Mancy!" exclaimed Patty. "Who said you might drive tacks all over these new walls, and where did you get all those pictures of yourself?"
"They does favour me, don"t they, missy?" exclaimed Mancy, beaming with delight, as she took another tack from her mouth, and pounded it into place. "I got "em from de grocer man, and co"se I has to tack "em, else how would dey stay up?"
"But you have so many of them."
"Laws, chile, only a dozen; youse got mo"n that on the libr"y wall."
"But ours are different; these are all alike."
"Co"se dey"s all alike! I des nach.e.l.ly gets tired of lookin" at different pitchers. It "stracts my head."
"I should think these would distract your head. I feel as if I were in a kinetoscope."