She could place all three, but when the more difficult ones were announced, she found that she knew very little about general literature.
Ruth, however, could tell the author of nearly every one, and no one was surprised when her score was declared the highest.
However, as she was the hostess, she declined to accept the prize, and it was given to the guest whose score stood the next highest.
Other intellectual or literary games were played, and at eleven o'clock the children were sent home, and Aunt Hester bade Ruth and Patty go to bed at once, lest they should not feel like getting up at the usual hour the next morning.
Patty heartily thanked Cousin Elizabeth for taking so much pains to make the party a pleasant one, and ran away to bed, wondering if many little girls had such clever relatives.
The spring flew by, and Patty could scarcely realize that she had been in Boston nearly three months, when a letter came from Mrs. Barlow, her mother's sister, at whose house she was to visit next.
"My dear Patty," her Aunt Grace wrote, "we
