e flames show marvellous rainbow tints. Patty never tired of watching the strange-coloured blaze, and delighted in throwing on more chips and splinters from time to time.
"I can't see what makes your father so late," said Nan, as she wandered about the room, now adjusting some flowers in a vase, and now stopping to look out at the front window; "he's always here by this time, or earlier."
"Something must have detained him," said Patty, rather absently, as she poked at a log with the tongs.
"Patty, you're a true Sherlock Holmes! Your father is late, and you immediately deduce that something has detained him! Truly, you have a wonderful intellect!"
"I don't wonder it seems so to you," said saucy Patty, smiling at her pretty stepmother; "people are always impressed by traits they don't possess themselves."
"But really I'm getting worried. If Fred doesn't come pretty soon I shall telephone to the office."
"Do; I like to see you enacting the role of anxious young wife. It suits you perfectly. As