Aunt Julia had said that the next time she evaded sewing-lesson she must go to bed at five o'clock. Patricia stretched out her tired little legs; at the present moment that particular form of punishment did not appear very unendurable. Just now, however, it seemed doubtful if she would be at home by five o'clock.
Also, Daddy had said that the next time she broke bounds in this way he should be obliged to punish her. Patricia fanned herself with a decidedly dingy pocket-handkerchief; she wished Daddy had said--how.
"I'm not saying you're not a very nice dog," Patricia patted her companion, curled up on the folds of her short skirts; "still, if I hadn't met you this morning--"
The dog blinked sleepily, licking her hand. Perhaps he was thinking of a poor, forlorn little animal who had until that morning been hunted and driven, half starved, never caressed.
"I wonder," Patricia said, anxiously, "if Mr. Carr wouldn't like you? We'll go see, at any rate."
Heartwarming in a low key way. Patricia is a young girl of her time who wants to take care of people--find a home for a stray dog, run an errand for an elderly neighbor, stop and play with a baby she meets on her walk to school. These interests bring her into conflict with her Aunt Julia's rules, but Patricia complies as best she can. Her doctor father is secretly amused at how she manages it, and both Aunt Julia and her father learn that she breaks rules because of her compassion for others' needs and losses. She seems to mature a bit over the course of the book (though stays pre-teen, I think). It's more like a series of short stories. Warm, loving-family sort of stories. Written in 1910, so be prepared for stereotyping in the character of the maid.