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Just
on
the
crest
,
where
Spofford
Avenue
petered
out
into
a
plain
road
,
was
a
little
white
frame
house
with
groups
of
pines
on
either
side
of
it
,
stretching
their
arms
protectingly
over
its
low
roof
.
It
was
covered
with
red
and
gold
vines
,
through
which
its
green-shuttered
windows
peeped
.
Before
it
was
a
tiny
garden
,
surrounded
by
a
low
stone
wall
.
October
though
it
was
,
the
garden
was
still
very
sweet
with
dear
,
old-fashioned
,
unworldly
flowers
and
shrubs
--
sweet
may
,
southern-wood
,
lemon
verbena
,
alyssum
,
petunias
,
marigolds
and
chrysanthemums
.
A
tiny
brick
wall
,
in
herring-bone
pattern
,
led
from
the
gate
to
the
front
porch
.
The
whole
place
might
have
been
transplanted
from
some
remote
country
village
;
yet
there
was
something
about
it
that
made
its
nearest
neighbor
,
the
big
lawn-encircled
palace
of
a
tobacco
king
,
look
exceedingly
crude
and
showy
and
ill-bred
by
contrast
.
As
Phil
said
,
it
was
the
difference
between
being
born
and
being
made
.
"
It
's
the
dearest
place
I
ever
saw
,
"
said
Anne
delightedly
.
"
It
gives
me
one
of
my
old
,
delightful
funny
aches
.
It
's
dearer
and
quainter
than
even
Miss
Lavendar
's
stone
house
.
"
"
It
's
the
name
I
want
you
to
notice
especially
,
"
said
Phil
.
"
Look
--
in
white
letters
,
around
the
archway
over
the
gate
.
'
Patty
's
Place
.
'
Is
n't
that
killing
?
Especially
on
this
Avenue
of
Pinehursts
and
Elmwolds
and
Cedarcrofts
?
'
Patty
's
Place
,
'
if
you
please
!
I
adore
it
.
"
"
Have
you
any
idea
who
Patty
is
?
"
asked
Priscilla
.
"
Patty
Spofford
is
the
name
of
the
old
lady
who
owns
it
,
I
've
discovered
She
lives
there
with
her
niece
,
and
they
've
lived
there
for
hundreds
of
years
,
more
or
less
--
maybe
a
little
less
,
Anne
.
Exaggeration
is
merely
a
flight
of
poetic
fancy
.
I
understand
that
wealthy
folk
have
tried
to
buy
the
lot
time
and
again
--
it
's
really
worth
a
small
fortune
now
,
you
know
--
but
'
Patty
'
wo
n't
sell
upon
any
consideration
.
And
there
's
an
apple
orchard
behind
the
house
in
place
of
a
back
yard
--
you
'll
see
it
when
we
get
a
little
past
--
a
real
apple
orchard
on
Spofford
Avenue
!
"
"
I
'm
going
to
dream
about
'
Patty
's
Place
'
tonight
,
"
said
Anne
.
"
Why
,
I
feel
as
if
I
belonged
to
it
.
I
wonder
if
,
by
any
chance
,
we
'll
ever
see
the
inside
of
it
.
"
"
It
is
n't
likely
,
"
said
Priscilla
.
Anne
smiled
mysteriously
.
"
No
,
it
is
n't
likely
.
But
I
believe
it
will
happen
.
I
have
a
queer
,
creepy
,
crawly
feeling
--
you
can
call
it
a
presentiment
,
if
you
like
--
that
'
Patty
's
Place
'
and
I
are
going
to
be
better
acquainted
yet
.
"
