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      They felt now as if they were intruding in some fairy domain. It was all exquisite, though rather tiny; but such luxury was as far removed from the dingy rooms they had occupied as could well be imagined. The Major coughed and ahemmed continually; Patsy ah'd and oh'd and seemed half frightened; Uncle John walked after them silently, but with a pleased smile that was almost childish upon his round and rugged face.

      Across the hall were three chambers, each with a separate bath, while one had a pretty dressing-room added.

      "This will be Patsy's room," said the Major, with a vast amount of dignity.

      "Of course," said Uncle John. "The pins on the cushion spell

       'Patricia,' don't they?"

      "So they do!" cried Patsy, greatly delighted.

      "And this room," continued the Major, passing into the next, "will be mine. There are fine battle-scenes on the wall; and I declare, there's just the place for the colonel's photograph over the dresser!"

      "Cigars, too," said Patsy, opening a little cabinet; "but 'twill be a shame to smoke in this palace."

      "Then I won't live here!" declared the Major, stoutly, but no one heeded him.

      "Here is Uncle John's room," exclaimed the girl, entering the third chamber.

      "Mine?" enquired Uncle John in mild surprise.

      "Sure, sir; you're one of the family, and I'm glad it's as good as the

       Major's, every bit."

      Uncle John's eyes twinkled.

      "I hope the bed is soft," he remarked, pressing it critically.

      "It's as good as the old sofa, any day," said Patsy, indignantly.

      Just then a bell tinkled, and after looking at one another in silent consternation for a moment, the Major tiptoed stealthily to the front door, followed by the others.

      "What'll we do?" asked Patsy, in distress.

      "Better open it," suggested Uncle John, calmly.

      The Major did so, and there was a little maid bowing and smiling outside. She entered at once, closing the door behind her, and bowed again.

      "This is my new mistress, I suppose," she said, looking at Patsy. "I am your servant, Miss Patricia."

      Patsy gasped and stared at her. The maid was not much older than she was, but she looked pleasant and intelligent and in keeping with the rooms. She wore a gray dress with white collar and white apron and cap, and seemed so dainty and sweet that the Major and Uncle John approved her at once.

      Patsy sat down, from sheer lack of strength to stand up.

      "Who hired you, then?" she asked.

      "A gentleman from the bank," was the reply. "I'm Mary, if you please, Miss. And my wages are all arranged for in advance, so there will be nothing for you to pay," said the little maid.

      "Can you cook?" asked Patsy, curiously.

      "Yes, Miss," with a smile. "The dinner will be ready at one o'clock."

      "Oh; you've been here before, then?"

      "Two days, Miss, getting ready for you."

      "And where will you sleep?"

      "I've a little room beyond the kitchen. Didn't you see it, Miss

       Patricia?"

      "No, Mary."

      "Anything more at present, Miss Patricia?"

      "No, Mary."

      The maid bowed again, and disappeared toward the kitchen, leaving an awe-struck group behind her.

      The Major whistled softly. Uncle John seemed quite unconcerned. Patsy took out her handkerchief. The tears would come in spite of her efforts.

      "I—I—I'm going to have a good cry," she sobbed, and rushed into the living-room to throw herself flat upon the divan.

      "It's all right," said the Major, answering Uncle John's startled look; "the cry will do her good. I've half a mind to join her myself."

      But he didn't. He followed Uncle John into the tatter's room and smoked one of the newly-discovered cigars while the elder man lay back in an easy chair and silently puffed his pipe.

      By and bye Patsy joined them, no longer crying but radiant with glee.

      "Tell me, Daddy," said she, perching on the arm of the Major's chair, "who gave me all this, do you think?"

      "Not me," answered the Major, positively. "I couldn't do it on twelve a week, anyhow at all."

      "And you robbed me of all my money when I came to town," said Uncle

       John.

      "Stop joking," said the girl. "There's no doubt this place is intended for us, is there?"

      "None at all," declared the Major. "It's ours for three years, and not a penny to pay."

      "Well, then, do you think it's Kenneth?"

      The Major shook his head.

      "I don't know the lad." he said, "and he might be equal to it, although I doubt it. But he can't touch his money till he comes of age, and it isn't likely his lawyer guardian would allow such extravagances."

      "Then who can it be?"

      "I can't imagine."

      "It doesn't seem to matter," remarked Uncle John, lighting a fresh pipe. "You're not supposed to ask questions, I take it, but to enjoy your new home as much as you can."

      "Ex—actly!" agreed the Major.

      "I've been thinking," continued Uncle John, "that I'm not exactly fit for all this style, Patsy. I'll have to get a new suit of clothes to match my new quarters. Will you give me back ten dollars of that money to buy 'em with?"

      "I suppose I'll have to," she answered, thoughtfully.

      "We'll have to go back to Becker's flats to pack up our traps," said the Major, "so we might as well go now."

      "I hate to leave here for a single moment," replied the girl.

      "Why?"

      "I'm afraid it will all disappear again."

      "Nonsense!" said Uncle John. "For my part, I haven't any traps, so

       I'll stay here and guard the treasure till you return."

      "Dinner is served, Miss Patricia," said the small maid, appearing in the doorway.

      "Then let's dine!" cried Patsy, clapping her hands gleefully; "and afterward the Major and I will make our last visit to Becker's flats."

      CHAPTER XXVII.

       LOUISE MAKES A DISCOVERY.

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      Uncle John did not stay to guard the treasure, after all, for he knew very well it would not disappear.

      As soon as Patsy and the Major had departed for Becker's flats, he took his own hat from the rack and walked away to hunt up another niece, Miss Louise Merrick, whose address he had casually obtained from Patsy a day or two before.

      It was near by, and he soon found the place—a pretty flat in a fashionable building, although not so exclusive a residence district as Willing Square.

      Up three flights he rode in the elevator, and then rang softly at the door which here the card of Mrs. Merrick.

      A maid opened it and looked at him enquiringly.

      "Are the ladies in?" he asked.

      "I'll see. Your card, sir?"

      "I haven't any."

      She

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