PATTY'S SUCCESS

by

CAROLYN WELLS

Author OfTwo Little Women Series, The Marjorie Series, Etc. 

Grosset & DunlapPublishers New York

Copyright, 1910by Dodd, Mead and Company

Printed in U. S. A. 

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE I Welcome Home 9 II An Advance Christmas Gift 23 III The Day Before Christmas 36 IV A Splendid Tree 50 V Skating and Dancing 65 VI A Fair Proposition 80 VII Department G 93 VIII Embroidered Blossoms 109 IX Slips and Sleeves 124 X The Clever Goldfish 139 XI A Busy Morning 154 XII Three Hats 169 XIII The Thursday Club 181 XIV Mrs. Van Reypen 197 XV Persistent Philip 211 XVI An Invitation Declined 227 XVII The Road to Success 243 XVIII Home Again 257 XIX Christine Comes 271 XX A Satisfactory Conclusion 284

PATTY'S SUCCESS

CHAPTER I

WELCOME HOME

"I do think waiting for a steamer is the horridest, pokiest performancein the world! You never know when they're coming, no matter how much theysight them and signal them and wireless them!"

Mrs. Allen was not pettish, and she spoke half laughingly, but she waswearied with her long wait for the _Mauretania_, in which she expectedher daughter, Nan, and, incidentally, Mr. Fairfield and Patty. 

"There, there, my dear, " said her husband, soothingly, "I think it willsoon arrive now. "

"I think so, too, " declared Kenneth Harper, who was looking down theriver through field-glasses. "I'm just sure I see that whale of a boat inthe dim distance, and I think I see Patty's yellow head sticking over thebow. "

"Do you?" cried Mrs. Allen eagerly; "do you see Nan?"

"I'm not positive that I do, but we soon shall know, for that's surelythe _Mauretania_. "

It surely was, and though the last quarter hour of waiting seemed longerthan all the rest, at last the big ship was in front of them, andswinging around in midstream. They could see the Fairfields clearly now, but not being within hearing distance, they could only express theirwelcome by frantic wavings of hands, handkerchiefs, and flags. But atlast the gangplank was put in place, and at last the Fairfields crossedit, and then an enthusiastic and somewhat incoherent scene of reunionfollowed. 

Beside Mr. And Mrs. Allen and Kenneth Harper, Roger and Elise Farringtonwere there to meet the home-comers, and the young people seized on Pattyas if they would never let her go again. 

"My! but you've grown!" said Kenneth, looking at her admiringly; "I meanyou're grown-up looking, older, you know. "

"I'm only a year older, " returned Patty, laughing, "and you're that, yourself!"

"Why, so I am. But you've changed somehow, --I don't know just how. "

Honest Kenneth looked so puzzled that Elise laughed at him and said:

"Nonsense, Ken, it's her clothes. She has a foreign effect, but it willsoon wear off in New York. I _am_ glad to see you again, Patty; we didn'tthink it would be so long when we parted in Paris last Spring. "

"No, indeed; and I'm glad to be home again, though I have had a terriblygood time. Now, I suppose we must see about our luggage. "

"Yes, " said Roger, "you'll be sorry you brought so many fine clothes whenyou have to pay duty on them. "

"Well, duty first, and pleasure afterward, " said Kenneth. "Come on, Patty, I'll help you. "

"Oh, dear, " said Mrs. Allen, "must we wait for all this custom-housebotheration? I'm so tired of waiting. "

"No, you needn't, " said Mr. Fairfield, kindly. "You and Nan and Mr. Allenjump in a taxicab and go home. I'll keep Patty with me, and any other ofthe young people who care to stay, and we'll settle matters here in shortorder. "

The young people all cared to stay, and though they had to wait sometime, when at last they did get a customs inspector he proved to be bothcourteous and expeditious. 

"Oh, don't spoil my best hat!" cried Patty, in dismay, as he laidthoughtless hands on a befeathered creation. 

"That I won't, ma'am, " was the hearty response, and the hat was laid backin its box as carefully as an infant in its cradle. "I have ladies in myown family, ma'am, and I know just how you feel about it. "

"I'm perfectly willing to declare all my dutiable goods, " went on Patty, "but I do hate to have my nice things all tumbled up. "

"Quite right, ma'am, quite right, " amiably agreed the inspector, who hadfallen a victim to Patty's pretty face and bright smiles. 

"Well, you did get through easily, Patty, " said Elise, after it was overand the trunks despatched by express. "When we came home, mother was halfa day fussing over customs. "

"It's Patty's winning ways as does it, " said Kenneth. "She hypnotisedthat fat inspector with a mere glance of her eye. "

"Nonsense!" said Patty, laughing; "it's an easy trick. They're alwaysnice and kind if you jolly them a little bit. "

"Jolly me, " said Kenneth, "and see how nice and kind I'll be. "

"You're kind enough as you are, " returned Patty. "If you were any kinder, I'd be overwhelmed with obligations. But how are we all going to get intothis taxicab? Five into one won't go. "

"That's easy, " said Roger. "I'll perch outside with the chauffeur. "

"No, let me, " said Kenneth. 

But after a good-natured controversy, Roger won the day, and climbed intothe front seat. Mr. Fairfield, Kenneth, and the two girls settledthemselves inside, and off they started for the Fairfields' home inSeventy-second street. 

"I don't see much change in the old town, " remarked Patty, as they nearedthe Flatiron. 

"You don't, eh?" observed Kenneth. "Well, there's the Metropolitantower, --I guess you'll say that's pretty fine, if you have seen theCampanile in Venice. "

"But I didn't, " returned Patty. "I was too late for the old one and toosoon for the new. But is this a Campanile, father? What _is_ a Campanile, pure and simple?"

"A Campanile ought always to be pure and simple, of line, " said Mr. Fairfield; "but if you mean what is it specifically, it's a bell tower. Listen, you'll hear the quarter-hour now. "

"Oh, what lovely chimes!" cried Patty. "Let's move, father, and take ahouse beneath the shadow of a great clock. "

"I've moved enough for a while, my child; if I once get seated at my ownfireside, I shall stay there. "

"How Christmassy things look, " went on Patty, gazing out of the cabwindow. "It's only the middle of December, but the streets are crowdedand there are holly wreaths in some of the windows. "

"You won't have to buy many Christmas presents, will you, Patty?" saidElise. "I suppose you brought home enough Italian trinkets to supply allyour friends. "

"Yes, we did, " laughed Patty. "I daresay my friends will get tired ofbusts of Dante, and models of the Forum. "

"Don't give those to me. If you have a Roman scarf nobody else wants, I'll thank you kindly. "

"All right, Elise; I'll remember that. And if I haven't, I daresay I canbuy one in the New York shops. "

"Wicked girl! Don't attempt any such deception on your tried and truefriend. Oh, Patty, do you remember the day we got lost in Paris?"

And then the two girls plunged into a flood of reminiscences that lastedall the way home. 

"Come in? of course we'll come in!" said Roger, as he assisted them fromthe cab, and Patty graciously invited him. "That's what we're here for!We're all coming in, and if we're heartily urged, we may stay to dinner. "

In reality, Mrs. Allen, who was temporarily hostess in her daughter'shouse, had invited Kenneth and the two Farringtons to dine, in order tomake a gay home-coming for Patty. 

Very cosy and attractive the house looked, as, after more than a year'sabsence, Patty once again stepped inside. It had been closed while Mr. And Mrs. Fairfield were away, but a few days before their return, Mrs. Allen, Nan's mother, had come over from Philadelphia and opened the houseand made it cheery and livable. A bright fire glowed in the library, flowers were all about, and holly-wreaths hung in the windows. 

"It's good to be home again, " said Patty, as she sank into an easy-chairand threw aside her furs. 

"It's good to have you here, " responded Elise. "I've missed youterribly. "

"Me, too, " said Roger, while Kenneth added, "So say we all of us. "

Always a favourite, wherever she went, Patty was specially beloved by heryoung friends in New York, and so the reunion was a happy one to allconcerned. 

Before dinner was announced, Patty flew up to her own room to change hertravelling costume for a pretty little house-dress. 

"Come on, Elise, " she said, and soon the two girls were cosily chattingin Patty's dressing-room. 

"You look so different with your hair done up, " said Elise. "Weren't yousorry to give up hair-ribbons?"

"Yes, I was; I hate to feel grown-up. Just think, I'll be nineteen nextMay. "

"Well, May's a long way off yet. It's only December now. What are yougoing to do on Christmas, Patty?"

"I don't know. Nan hasn't planned yet. She waited to see her motherfirst. But I know Mrs. Allen will invite us to Philadelphia to spendChristmas with her. "

"You don't want to go, do you? Can't you spend Christmas with me, instead?"

"Oh, I'd love to, Elise! It would be lots more fun. We'll ask fatherto-night. How are all the girls?"

"They're all well, and crazy to see you. Hilda is making you theloveliest Christmas present you ever saw. But, of course, I promised notto tell you about it. "

"No, don't tell me; I'd rather be surprised. Come on, I'm ready; let's godown and talk to the boys. "

Patty had done up her pretty hair in the prevailing fashion of the day;but though the soft braids encircled her head, many little golden curlsescaped and made a soft outline round her face. Her frock, of pale rosecolour, had a collarless lace yoke, and was very becoming. 

"You can wear any colour, Patty, " declared Elise. "Of course, blue isyours, by right, but you're dear in that pinky thing. "

"Ah, sweet chub, I hoped I should be dear to thee in any old thing, "remarked Patty, as, slipping her arm through that of Elise, the two girlswent downstairs. 

"Ha, Patty resplendent!" exclaimed Roger, as they entered the library. "Don't you dare to be a grown-up young lady, Patty Fairfield, or I shallcut your acquaintance. "

"Not I! Don't be alarmed, Roger. I am still childlike and bland. "

"Your cousin Ethelyn is going to make her début next week. I have a bidto the ceremonies. "

"Yes, so have I. Well, let her 'come out, ' if she likes. I prefer to'stay in' for another year, anyway. "

"So do I, " said Elise. "Mother says I ought to come out next winter, butI'm not bothering about it yet. "

"Let's have a good time this winter, then, " said Kenneth, "while we'reall children. If you girls come out next winter, you'll be so gay withdances and parties, I can't play with you at all. "

"All right, " agreed Patty. "But have you time to play, yourself, Ken? Ithought you were fearfully busy absorbing the laws of the United States. "

"Oh, I do have to hammer at that all day, and some evenings, too. Butit's an unwritten law that a fellow must have some fun; so I'll take anafternoon off now and then, to come round and tease you girls. "

Then dinner was announced and, following their elders, the young peoplewent out to the dining-room. 

"Oh, how pretty!" cried Patty, as she saw the table, for the decoration, though simple, was most effective. 

Along the centre of the white cloth, lay a long bed of holly leaves, onwhich the word "Welcome" was outlined in holly berries. 

There were no other flowers, and the glossy green and vivid scarlet madea charming centrepiece, surrounded, as it was, by dainty silver, glass, and china. 

"It's good to be here once more, " said Nan, as she took her place at thehead of her own table. 

"Right you are, " said Mr. Fairfield, as he sat opposite her. "MotherAllen, it was kind of you to arrange this hearty Welcome Home for us. "

"It doesn't half express my joy at having you here again, " said Mrs. Allen, as she looked affectionately at her daughter. 

Then the conversation turned upon Christmas and Christmas plans. 

"I must have Nan with me at Christmas, " said Mrs. Allen. "And I shallcount on Fred, also, of course. Patty, dear, I want you, too, if you careto come; but----"

"Oh, Mrs. Allen, " broke in Elise, "divide the family with me, won't you?If you have Mr. And Mrs. Fairfield, won't you let me take Patty?"

As Elise had hinted this to Mrs. Allen while they were at the steamerdock waiting for Patty, the good lady was not greatly surprised. And sheknew that Patty would prefer to be in New York with her young friends, rather than in Philadelphia. 

So it was settled that Patty should spend Christmas with Elise, much tothe joy of both girls, and also to the satisfaction of the two boys. 

"We'll have a gay old time, " said Roger. "We'll have a tree and a danceand a boar's head, --whatever that thing is, --I never did know. "

"I don't know either, " confessed Patty; "but we'll find out. For we musthave all the modern improvements. "

"I shouldn't call a boar's head a modern improvement, " said Mr. Fairfield, smiling. 

"But ours will be, " said saucy Patty, "for it will be such an improvementon the sort they used to have. And we'll have carols and waits----"

"What are waits?" said Elise. 

"Why, waits, " said Patty, "don't you know what waits are? Why, they'rejust _waits_. "

"Oh, yes, " said Elise, "_now_ I understand _perfectly!_ You explainthings so clearly, Patty!"

"Yes, doesn't she!" agreed Kenneth. "Never mind, Elise, I'll be a waitand show you. "

"Do, " said Elise, "I'd much rather see than be one. Just think, Patty, Christmas is only ten days off! Can you be ready?"

"Oh, yes, " said Patty, smiling. "Why, I could get ready for twoChristmases in ten days. "

"Wonderful girl!" commented Roger. "I thought ladies were always behindtime with their Christmas preparations. I thought they always said, 'Itdoesn't seem _possible_ Christmas is so near!' and things like that. "

"I haven't half my presents ready, " said Kenneth, in an exaggeratedfeminine voice. "I haven't finished that pink pincushion for Sadie, northe blue bedroom slippers for Bella. "

Roger took the cue. 

"Nor I, " he said, also mimicking a fussy, womanish manner. "But I neverget into the spirit of the thing until near Christmas Day. Then I runround and try to do everything at once. "

"Do you tie up your presents in tissue paper and holly-ribbon?" askedKenneth, turning to Roger as if in earnest. 

"Oh, yes; and I stick on those foolish little seals, and holly tags. Anything to make it fussy and fluttery. "

"Gracious, " said Patty, "that reminds me. I suppose I must get that hollyribbon and tissue paper flummery. I forgot all about it. What do they usethis year, Elise? White tissue paper?"

"No, red. It's so nice and cheery. "

"Yes, " said Roger. "Most Christmas presents need a cheery paper. Itcounteracts the depressing effect of an unwelcome gift. "

"Don't pay any attention to him, " said Elise, "he's putting on airs. Hethinks it's funny to talk like that, but you just ought to see him onChristmas! He simply adores his presents, and fairly gloats over everyone!"

"Sure I do!" said Roger, heartily. "But when you get a purple necktie, ora hand-crocheted watch-chain, it's nice to have a cheery red paper roundit. "

"Well, I have a lovely present for you, " said Patty, "but I shall takethe precaution of wrapping it in red paper. "

CHAPTER II

AN ADVANCE CHRISTMAS GIFT

The ten days before Christmas flew by like Bandersnatches. Patty had along list of friends to whom she wanted to give presents, and though shehad brought home a lot of what Kenneth called "foreign junk, " she had nonotion of giving it all away. 

Of course, the lovely fans, beads, and scarves she brought made lovelygifts for the girls, and the little curios and souvenirs were all rightfor the boys, but there were so many friends, and her relatives beside, that she soon realised she would have little left for herself. And, though unselfish, she did want to retain some mementos of her foreigntrip. 

So shopping was necessary, and nearly every day she went with Nan orElise to buy the Christmas wares that the city shops displayed. 

"And I do think, " she said, "that things are just as pretty and just ascheap here as over there. "

"Some things, " agreed Nan. 

"Yes; I mean just the regular wares. Of course, for Roman silks andFlorentine mosaics it's better to shop where they grow. What's fathergoing to give me, Nan?"

"Inquisitive creature! I shouldn't tell you if I knew, but as I don'tknow, and he doesn't either, I may as well tell you that he'd be glad ofa hint. What would you like?"

"Honestly, I don't know of a thing! Isn't it awful to have everything youwant?"

"You're a contented little girl, Patty. And that's a noble trait, Iadmit. But just at Christmas time it's trying. Now, if you only wanted awatch, or a diamond ring, or some trifle like that, I'd be glad to giveyour father a hint. "

"Thank you, stepmamma, " said Patty, smiling; "but I have a watch, and I'mtoo young for diamonds. I can't help it if I'm amply supplied with thisworld's goods. And think of the lots of gifts I'll get, anyway! Perhapsfather'd better just give me the money and let me put it in the bankagainst a rainy day. "

"Why, Patty, you're not getting mercenary, I hope! What do you want ofmoney in the bank?"

Patty looked earnest. 

"No, I don't think I'm mercenary, " she said, slowly, "but, Nan, you neverknow what may happen. Suppose father should lose all his money. "

"Nonsense! he can't do that. It's most carefully invested, and you know, Patty, he thinks of retiring from business in a year or two more. "

"I know it, " said Patty, with a little sigh. "I know we're rich. Notwealthy, like the Farringtons, but plenty rich enough. Only, you oftenhear of rich men losing their money, and sometimes I think I ought tosave up some. "

"Goosie!" said Nan, smiling fondly at her; "don't bother your curly headabout such things before it's necessary. "

"All right, then, I won't, " said Patty, shaking the curly head andsmiling back. 

That afternoon she went to see Clementine Morse. Clementine had calledone day when Patty was not at home, so this was the first time the girlshad met since Patty's return. 

The maid asked Patty to go right up to Clementine's own room, and therePatty found her friend surrounded by what looked like a whirlwind ofrainbow-coloured rags. 

On tables, chairs, and even on the floor, were scraps and bits of silks, satins, ribbons, and laces, and in a low chair sat Clementine, sewingrapidly, as if for dear life. 

But at sight of Patty, she jumped up, upsetting her work-basket, and flewto greet her guest. 

"You dear thing!" she cried, as she embraced her; "I was so sorry not tosee you when I called. I should have come again, but I'm so rushed withChristmas work, that I can't go anywhere until Christmas is over. Do takeoff your things and sit down, and don't mind if I go on sewing, will you?I can talk just as well, you know. "

"Apparently you can!" said Patty, laughing, for as she chatted, Clementine had already resumed her work, and her fingers flew nimblyalong the satin seams. "What _are_ you doing?"

"Dressing dolls, " said Clementine, as she threaded her needle; "and I'veforty-five still to do, --but their underclothing is done, so it's only amatter of frocks, and some hats. Did you have a good time in Europe?"

Clementine talked very fast, apparently to keep time with her flyingfingers, and as Patty picked up a lot of dry goods in order that shemight occupy the chair they were in, her hostess rattled on. 

"How did you like Venice? Was it lovely by moonlight? Oh, would you putthis scarlet velvet on the spangled lace, --or save it for this whitechiffon?"

"Clementine! do keep still a minute!" cried Patty; "you'll drive mefrantic! What _are_ you doing with all these dolls?"

"Dressing them. How did you like Paris? Was it very gay? And was Londonsmoky, --foggy, I mean?"

"Yes; everything was gay or smoky or lovely by moonlight, or just what itought to be. Now tell me _why_ you dress four hundred million dolls allat once. "

"Oh, they're for the Sunshine Babies. Was Naples very dirty? How did youlike----"

"Clementine, you leave the map of Europe alone. I'm talking now! What areSunshine Babies?"

"Why, the babies that the Sunshine Society gives a Christmas to. Andthere's oceans of babies, and they all want dolls, --I guess the boys mustlike dolls, too, they want so many. And, oh, Patty, they're the dearestlittle things, --the babies, I mean, --and I just _love_ to dress dolls forthem. I'd rather do it than to make presents for my rich friends. "

Suddenly Patty felt a great wave of self-compunction. She had planned andprepared gifts for all her friends, and for most of her relatives, butfor the poor she had done nothing! To charity she had given no thought!And at Christmas, when all the world should feel the spirit of good willto men, she had utterly neglected to remember those less fortunate thanherself. 

"What's the matter?" said Clementine, dismayed by Patty's expression ofremorse. 

"I'm a pig!" said Patty; "there's no other word for such a horrid thingas I am! Why, Clementine, I've made presents for nearly everybody I know, and I haven't done a thing for charity! Did you ever know such anungrateful wretch?"

"Oh, it isn't too late, yet, " said Clementine, not quite understandingwhy Patty was so serious about it; "here, help me sew these. "

She tossed her some tiny satin sleeves, already cut and basted, andoffered a furnished work-basket. 

"'Deed I will!" said Patty, and in a few moments she too was sewing, asdeftly, if not quite so rapidly, as Clementine. 

"You see, Clem, " she went on, "I've been so busy ever since I came home, that I simply forgot the poor people. And now it's too late. "

"It's too late to make things, " agreed Clementine, "but not too late tobuy them. "

"But I've spent all my Christmas money, " said Patty, contritely. "Fathergives me a liberal allowance, and then extra, for Christmas money. Andit's just about all gone, and I hate to ask him for more. "

"Well, never mind, Patsy, you can make up for it next year. And if youhelp me dress these dolls, that will square up your conscience. "

"No, it won't. But I'll find a way to do something, somehow. Are theseSunshine people all babies?"

"Oh, no; the society helps all sorts of poor people, children andgrown-ups too. Mother is one of the directors, and we do a lot of thisdoll-dressing every year. "

"Well, I'll help you a while this afternoon, but I won't have anotherchance. You see just about every moment is taken up from now tillChristmas. "

"You're going to the Farringtons', aren't you?"

"Yes, for three or four days, while Nan and father are in Philadelphia atNan's mother's. You're coming to the Christmas Eve dance, of course?"

"Yes, indeed. It's to be a lovely party. The Farringtons always have suchbeautiful entertainments. Now, Patty, do tell me about your trip. "

So Patty told many tales of her stay in Paris and in England, and of herpleasure trip through Italy, and as she talked, her fingers flew, and shehad soon completed three doll dresses, that were quite as pretty andwell-made as Clementine's. 

"Now, I must go, " she said, at last. "I'm glad to have been of a littlehelp, and next year I'll help you a lot. Though, I suppose your SunshineBabies _could_ have dolls when it isn't Christmas. "

"Oh, yes; these are for their Tree, you know. "

"Well, Clem, if I should have some money left me unexpectedly, is it toolate to buy some toys for the Tree?"

"I don't know, " said Clementine, "but we can ask mother. She'll know. "

They found Mrs. Morse in her sitting-room, tying up parcels andaddressing them. 

Patty soon discovered that these were all charitable gifts, and notpresents to Mrs. Morse's own friends. 

"I'm so glad I came here to-day, " she said, after the welcoming greetingswere over, "for it has roused my charitable instincts. I am quite sure, Mrs. Morse, I can send some toys for your society's tree, if you wantthem. "

"Want them? Indeed we do! Why, Patty, there are forty little boys whowant drums or trumpets and we can only give them candy and an orange. It's harder than you'd think to get subscriptions to our funds atChristmas time, and though we've dolls enough, we do so want toys for theboys. "

"Well, I'll send you some, Mrs. Morse. I'll send them to-morrow. Do youcare what they are?"

"No, indeed. Drums, or balls, or tin carts, --anything that a boy-childcan play with. "

"Well, you may depend on me for the forty, " said Patty, smiling, for shehad formed a sudden, secret resolve. 

"Why, Patty, dear, how kind of you! I am so glad, for those children wereon my mind, and I've already asked every one I know to give to our fund. You are a generous little girl, and I know it will gladden your own heartas well as the children's. "

Patty ran away, and all the way home her heart was full of her project. 

"If he will only consent, " she thought. "If not, I don't know how I shallkeep my promise. Oh, well, I know I can coax him to say yes. "

After dinner that evening, Patty put her plan into action. 

"Father Fairfield, " she said, "what are you going to give me for aChristmas gift?"

"Well, Pattykins, that's not considered a correct question in politesociety. "

"Then let's be impolite, just for this once. Do tell me, daddy. "

"You embarrass me exceedingly, young lady, " said Mr. Fairfield, smilingat her, "for, to tell you the truth, I haven't bought you anything. "

"Oh, I'm so glad!" exclaimed Patty, "for, father, I want to ask you agreat favour. Won't you give me the money instead, and let me spend it asI like?"

"That would be a funny Christmas gift. I thought you liked some prettytrinket, tied up in holly paper and red ribbons and Santa Claus seals, and served to you on a silver salver. "

"Well, I do, from other people. But from you, I just want the money thatmy present would cost, and--I want it now!"

"Bless my soul! She wants it now! Why, Patsy, what are you going to do?Buy stock?"

"No, but I do want it, father. Won't you give it to me, and I'll tell youafterward what I'm going to do with it. "

"I'll tell you now, " said Nan, smiling at the pair. "She's going to putit in the bank, because she's afraid she'll be poor some day. "

"I don't wonder you think that, stepmothery, " said Patty, her eyestwinkling at Nan, "for I did tell you so. But since then I've changed mymind, and though I want my present from father in cash, I'm going tospend it before Christmas, and not put it in the bank at all. "

"Well, you are a weathercock, Patty. But before morning you will havechanged your mind again!"

"No, indeedy! It's made up to stay this time. So give me the money like aduck of a daddy, won't you?"

Patty was very wheedlesome, as she caressed her father's cheek, andsmiled into his eyes. 

"Well, as you don't often make a serious request, and as you seem to bein dead earnest this time, I rather think I shall have to say yes. "

"Oh, you dear, good, lovely father!" cried Patty, embracing him. "Willyou give it to me now, and how much will it be?"

"Patty, " said Nan, laughing, "you're positively sordid! I never saw youso greedy for money before. "

Patty laughed outright. Now that she had gained her point she felt in gayspirits. 

"Friends, " she said, "you see before you a pauper, --a penniless pauper!Therefore, and because of which, and by reason of the fact that I am inimmediate need of money, I stoop to this means of obtaining it, and, asaforesaid, I'd like it now!"

She held out her rosy palm to her father, and stood waiting expectantly. 

"Only one hand!" exclaimed Mr. Fairfield, in surprise. "I thought such agrasping young woman would expect both hands filled. "

"All right, " said Patty, and she promptly extended her other palm, too. 

Putting both his hands in his pockets, Mr. Fairfield drew them out again, and then laid a ten-dollar goldpiece on each of Patty's outstretchedpalms. 

"Oh, you dear daddy!" she cried, as she clasped the gold in her fingers;"you lovely parent! This is the nicest Christmas gift I ever had, and nowI'll tell you all about it. "

So she told them, quite seriously, how she had really forgotten to givethe poor and the suffering any share of her own Christmas cheer, and howthis was the only way she could think of to remedy her neglect. 

"And it's so lovely, " she concluded; "for there are forty littleboy-children. And with this money I can get them each a fifty-centpresent. "

"So you can, " said Nan. "I'll go with you to-morrow to select them. Andif we can get some cheaper than fifty cents, and I think we can, you'llhave a little left for extras. "

"That's so, " agreed Patty. "They often have lovely toys for aboutthirty-nine cents, and I could get some marbles or something to fill up. "

"To fill up what?" asked her father. 

"Oh, to fill up the tree. Or I'll get some ornaments, or some tinsel todecorate it. Oh, father, you are so good to me! This is a lovelyChristmas present. "

CHAPTER III

THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Mr. Fairfield's gift to his wife was a beautiful motor-car, and as theywere going away for the holiday, he presented it to her the day beforeChristmas. 

It was practically a gift to Patty as well, for the whole family couldenjoy it. 

"It's perfectly lovely, " said Nan, as they all started out for a littlespin, to try it. "I've had so much trouble of late with taxicabs, thatit's a genuine comfort to have my own car at my beck and call. It's alovely car, Fred, and Patty and I shall just about live in it. "

"I want you to enjoy it, " returned Mr. Fairfield, "and you may have everyconfidence in the chauffeur. He's most highly recommended by a man I knowwell, and he's both careful and skilful. "

"A nice-mannered man, too, " observed Patty. "I like his looks, and hismode of address. But if this car is partly my present, then I ought notto have had that gold money to buy drums with. "

"Oh, yes, you ought, " said her father. "That was your individual gift. Inthis car you and Nan are partners. By the way, Puss, did you ever getyour forty drums? I didn't hear about them. "

"You're lucky that you didn't hear them, " laughed Patty. "Yes, I did getthem, --not all drums, some other toys, --and I took them down to theSunshine place yesterday. I went with Mrs. Morse and Clementine. You knowthe kiddywids had their Christmas tree, the little poor children, andsuch a noise you never heard! They yelled and shouted for glee, and theybanged drums and tooted horns, and then they sang songs, and I think Inever knew such a noisy celebration, even on the fourth of July. "

"And were they glad to get your gifts?"

"Oh, yes, indeed! Why, just think, father, the little girls all haddolls, but if I hadn't taken the gifts for the boys, they would only havehad candy or an orange. Next Christmas I'm going to do more for them. "

"I'm glad to see your charitable spirit waking up, Patty-girl. I don'twant you to be a mere social butterfly. But, you know, you needn't waitfor Christmas to make the poor babies happy. "

"No; I know it, daddy, dear; and after Christmas is over, I'm going totry to do some good in the world. "

"Now, Patty, " said Nan, "don't you go in for settlement work, and thatsort of thing. I won't let you. You're not strong enough for it. "

"I don't know exactly what settlement work is, " said Patty, "but I doknow I'm not going to be a mere butterfly. I'm going to accomplishsomething worth while. "

"Well, wait till the holiday season is over, " advised Mr. Fairfield. "You've made forty boys happy, now turn your attention to making yourfamily and friends happy. What are you going to give your poor old fatherfor a Christmas gift, I should like to know. "

"I haven't any such relative as you describe, " returned Patty, smiling athim affectionately. "I have a young and handsome father, and I think heseems to be rather a rich gentleman. Also I have a gift awaiting him athome, and I think we'd better be going there. "

"I do, too, " said Nan. "We've none too much time to get our luncheon andgo to the train. Oh! what a comfort it will be to go to the train in ourown motor-car. "

"Yes, " said Patty, "and then Miller can come back and take me over toElise's. "

So home they went, and had their own little Christmas celebration, beforethey went their separate ways. 

"This is a make-believe Christmas feast, " said Patty, as they sat attheir own luncheon table. 

She had placed a sprig of holly at each plate, and a vase of poinsettiablossoms graced the centre of the table. 

"This ox-tail soup is in place of the boar's head, " she went on, gaily;"and I know we are going to have chicken croquettes, which we willpretend are the roast turkey. And then we'll have our presents, as I knowyou two will fly for your train as soon as you leave the table. "

So Patty gave Nan her present, which was a lovely white couch pillow oflace and embroidery. And Nan gave Patty a picture to hang in her ownroom. It was a beautiful water-colour, a Venetian scene, and Patty wasdelighted with it. 

Then Patty gave her father a gold penholder, which she had had madeexpressly for him, and engraved with his name. 

"Why, that's fine, Pattykins!" he exclaimed. "I can only write poems witha pen like that. It's not made for business letters, I'm sure. "

"Of course it isn't, " said Patty, gaily; "it's to keep on your desk inthe library here at home. And you must use it just for socialcorrespondence or----"

"Or to sign checks for us, " suggested Nan, smiling. 

"That's just what I'll do with it, " declared Mr. Fairfield. "It's a gemof a pen; Patty, you know my weakness for fine desk appointments, don'tyou?"

Nan gave her husband a watch fob, on which hung a locket containing aminiature of her own sweet face. Neither Patty nor her father had seenthis before, as Nan had been careful to keep the matter secret in orderto surprise them. 

It was a real work of art, and so winsome was the pictured face thatPatty cried out in admiration: "What a stunner you are, Nan! I didn'trealise you were so good-looking, --but it's exactly like you. "

"That's a mixed-up compliment, Patty, " laughed Nan, "but I'll surmisethat you mean well. "

"I do so! I think it's a lovely picture of a lovely lady! There, how'sthat?"

"Much better, " said Nan, as Patty caught her round the shoulders andkissed her affectionately. 

"Give me the lady, " said Mr. Fairfield, taking Nan into his own arms. "Asthe portrait is a gift to me, I will kiss her for it, myself. "

"Do, " said Patty, "but if you give her more than three kisses, you'lllose your train; it's getting pretty late. "

"Is it?" cried Mr. Fairfield. "Then, Jane, bring in those two boxes Ileft in your charge, will you?"

"Yes, sir, " cried the waitress, and, leaving the room, she returned in amoment with two large white boxes. 

"These are Christmas gifts to the two loveliest ladies I know, " said Mr. Fairfield, gallantly tendering a box to each. 

"But I've had my Christmas gift from you!" exclaimed Patty, and "So haveI!" cried Nan. 

"Nevertheless these are laid at your feet, " said Mr. Fairfield, calmlydepositing the boxes on the floor in front of them. 

"Oh, well, we may as well see what they are, " said Patty, untying thewhite ribbons that fastened her box. 

Nan did likewise, and in a moment they were both rapturously exclaimingover two sets of white furs that nestled in billows of white tissuepaper. 

Nan's furs were ermine, and Patty's were soft, fluffy, white fox, and sobeautiful were they that the two recipients donned them at once, andposed side by side before the mirror, admiring themselves and each other. Then, with a simultaneous impulse they turned to thank the donor, and Mr. Fairfield found himself suddenly entangled in four arms and two boas, while two immense muffs met at the back of his neck and enveloped hishead and ears. 

"Have mercy!" he cried; "come one at a time, can't you? Yes, yes, I'mglad you're pleased, but do get this fur out of my mouth! I feel as if Iwere attacked by polar bears!"

"Oh, Fathery Fairfield, " Patty cried, "you are the dearest thing in theworld! How _did_ you know I wanted furs? And white fox, of all things!And ermine for Nan! Oh, but you _are_ a good gentleman! Isn't he, stepmother?"

"He'll do, " said Nan, smiling roguishly at her husband, who, somehow, seemed satisfied with this faint praise. 

"Now, scamper, Nan-girl, " he cried, "if you would see your mother to-day, you must leave here in less than an hour. Can you be ready?"

"I can't, but I will, " replied Nan, gaily, as she ran away to prepare forher journey. 

Patty, too, went to her room to get ready for her visit at theFarringtons'. She was to stay three days, and as there were severalparties planned for her entertainment, she packed a small trunk withseveral of her prettiest gowns. Also, she had a suitcase full of giftsfor the Christmas tree, which was to be part of the festivities. 

She bade her parents good-by when they started, and watched the newmotor-car disappear round the corner, then returned to her ownpreparations. 

"I do have lovely things, " she thought to herself, as she folded herdainty garments and laid them in their places. 

Then she glanced again at her new furs. 

"I have too much, " she thought; "it isn't fair for one girl to have somuch, when so many poor people have nothing. I wonder what I ought to doabout it. "

Poor Patty was confronting the problem that has troubled and baffled somany honest hearts, but the more she thought about it, the more it seemedinsoluble. 

"At any rate, it would be absurd to give my white furs, or my chiffonfrocks to poor people, " she concluded, "for they couldn't use them. Well, after the holidays, I'm going to see what I can do. But now, I musthurry, or I'll be late. "

An hour or two later, she found herself in the Farringtons' home. 

"What lovely furs, Patty, " exclaimed Mrs. Farrington, "and how well theysuit you!"

They were extremely becoming, and Patty's pretty face, with its softcolour and smiling eyes, rose like a flower from the white fur at herthroat. 

"Yes, aren't they beautiful?" Patty responded. "Father just gave them tome, and I'm so pleased with them. "

"And well you may be. Now, you girls run away and play, for I've athousand things to do. "

Indeed, Mrs. Farrington was in a whirlpool of presents that she was bothsending and receiving. Maids and footmen were running hither and thither, bringing messages or carrying out orders, and as the whole house was fullof warmth and light, and the spicy fragrance of Christmas greens, Pattyfairly revelled in the pleasant atmosphere. 

She was of a nature very susceptible to surroundings. Like a cat, sheloved to bask in warm sunshine, or in a luxurious, softly-furnishedplace. Moreover, she was fond of Elise, and so looked forward to herthree days' visit with glad anticipation. 

After Patty had laid aside her things, the two girls sat down to chat inthe big hall on the second floor of the mansion. A wood-fire was blazing, and soft, red-shaded lights cast a delightful glow. 

"Elise, " said Patty, somewhat suddenly, "don't you think we have too muchriches and things?"

Elise stared at her. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

Patty laughed at her friend's blank expression, but she went on. 

"I mean just what I say. Of course, you have lots more riches and thingsthan I have; but I think we all have too much when we think of the poorpeople who haven't any. "

"Oh, you mean Socialism, " exclaimed Elise, suddenly enlightened. 

"No, I don't mean Socialism. I mean plain, every-day charity. Don't youthink we ought to give away more?"

"Why, yes, if you like, " said Elise, who was greatly puzzled. "Do youwant me to subscribe to some charity? I will. "

"Well, perhaps I'll hold you to that, " said Patty, slowly; "for after theholidays I'm going to try to do something in the matter. I don't knowjust what; I haven't thought it out yet. But I'm not going to be what myfather calls a 'mere social butterfly, ' and I don't believe you want to, either. "

"No, I don't; but do leave it all till after the holidays, Patty, for nowI want you to help me with some Christmas presents. "

Elise looked so worried and so beseeching that Patty laughed. Then shekissed her, and said: "All right, Lisa mine. Command me. My services areat your disposal. "

So the girls went up to the Sun Parlour, where Elise had all her choicestbelongings, and where she now had her array of Christmas gifts. 

The room was entirely of glass, and by a careful arrangement of doublepanes and concealed heat-pipes, was made comfortable even in the coldestweather. Flowers and plants were round the sides; birds in gilt cagessang and twittered; and gilt wicker furniture gave the place a daintyFrench effect that was charming. On the tables were strewn Christmasgifts of all sorts. 

"I'm just tying up the last ones, " said Elise. "Don't be afraid to look;yours is safely hidden away. Now, here's what I want to know. "

She picked up a gold seal ring, which, however, had no crest or monogramcut on it, --and a bronze paper cutter. 

"They're lovely, " said Patty, as she looked at them. "Who catches these?"

"That's just what I don't know. I bought the ring for Roger and the papercutter for Kenneth Harper; he's coming to-night. But I'd like to changethem about and give the ring to Ken, and the paper knife to Roger. Wouldyou?"

"No, I wouldn't, " said Patty, bluntly. "Why do you want to do such athing?"

"The ring is much the handsomer gift, " said Elise, who had turned atrifle pink. 

"Of course it is, " said Patty, "and that's why you should give it to yourbrother. It's too personal a gift to give to a boy friend. "

"That's what I was afraid of, " said Elise, with a little sigh. "But Rogerwon't care for it at all, and Kenneth would like it heaps. "

"_Because_ you gave it to him?" asked Patty, quickly. 

"Oh, I don't know. Yes, perhaps so. "

"Nonsense, Elise! You're too young to give rings to young men. "

"Ken isn't a young man, he's only a boy. "

"Well, he's over twenty-one; and anyway, I know it wouldn't be right foryou to give him a ring. Your mother wouldn't like it at all. "

"Oh, she wouldn't care. "

"Well, she ought to, and I think she would. Now, don't be silly; give thering to Roger, and if you want something grander than this bronze jig forKen, get him a book. As handsome a book as you choose; but a book. Orsomething that's impersonal. Not a ring or a watch-fob, or anything likethat. "

"But he gave you a necklace, --the day we sailed for Paris. "

"Fiddle-de-dee! It was only a locket, with the merest thread of a goldchain; and anyway, I never wore it but once or twice. "

"Well, you oughtn't to have accepted it, if a personal gift is soreprehensible. "

"Elise, you're a goose!" said Patty, losing her patience at last. "A giftlike that is not in very good taste from a boy to a girl; but from a girlto a boy, it's very much worse. And, anyway, it was different in my case;for Ken and I are old friends, which you and he are not. And, beside, father knew about it, and he said as a parting keepsake it was all right. But at a Christmas tree, in your own house, --Elise, you'll make a greatmistake if you give Kenneth Harper a seal ring. "

"All right, Patty, you know I always do just as you say, so I'll give itto Roger. "

Patty knew she had judged rightly in the matter, but she also knew thatElise was greatly disappointed at her decision. 

She had already noticed that Elise liked handsome Kenneth, but if shedid, that was only an added reason why she should not make him a presentof a ring. 

"She ought to have had more sense!" Patty said to herself, indignantly. "And I'm sorry if she's sorry; but I couldn't let her do such a foolishthing!"

CHAPTER IV

A SPLENDID TREE

The Christmas Eve dinner was set for an early hour, that the youngerFarrington children might take part in the festivities. 

Beside Elise and Roger, there were two younger girls, Louise and Hester, and Bobby, aged ten. 

When Patty went down to the drawing-room, she found these three eagerwith anticipation of the Christmas frolic about to begin. 

Kenneth Harper was there too, but there were no other guests, as thisevening was to be a family celebration. Soon the other members of thehousehold appeared, and then dinner was announced, and they all went tothe dining-room. 

Mr. Farrington offered his arm to Patty, and escorted her out first, asguest of honour. Mrs. Farrington followed with Kenneth, and then the fiveFarrington children came out less formally. 

A burst of applause greeted their first sight of the dinner table. It wasindeed a Christmas feast to the eye as well as to the palate. 

In the centre of the table was a Christmas tree, decorated with tinseland gay ornaments, and lighted by tiny electric bulbs. 

At each plate also, was a tiny Christmas tree, whose box-shaped standardsbore the names of the diners. 

"Here's mine!" cried Bobby, as he slid into his chair. "Oh, what a jollydinner!"

On the little place trees hung nuts and bonbons which were to be eaten, "at the pleasure of the performer, " as Roger expressed it. 

The table was also decked with holly and red ribbons, and the variousviands, as they were served, were shaped or decorated in keeping with theoccasion. 

The Farrington household was conducted on a most elaborate plan, andtheir dinners were usually very formal and conventional. But to-night wasan exception, and, save for the solemn butler and grave footmen, everybody in the room was bubbling over with laughter and merriment. 

"I'm not hungry any more, " declared Bobby, after he had done full justiceto several courses; "let's hurry up, and have the tree. "

"Wait, Bobs, " advised Hester; "we haven't had the ice cream yet. "

"Oh, that's so, " said Bobby; "can't we have it now, mother, and skipthese flummerydiddles?"

He looked scornfully at the dainty salad that had just been placed beforehim, but Mrs. Farrington only smiled, not caring to remind him of thelaws of table etiquette on a festive occasion. 

"Have patience, Bobby, dear, " she said; "the ice cream will come next;and, too, you know the longer the dinner, the later you can sit up. "

"That's so!" agreed Bobby. "My, but Christmas Eve is fun! Wish I could situp late every night. "

"But it wouldn't be Christmas Eve every night, " said Patty, smiling atthe chubby-faced boy. 

"That's so! Neither no more it wouldn't! Well, I wish it was ChristmasEve every night, then!"

"That's right, " laughed Patty. "Make a good big wish while you're aboutit. "

Then the ice cream was served and of course it was in shapes of Christmastrees, and Santa Clauses, and sprigs of holly, and Christmas bells, andPatty's portion was a lovely spray of mistletoe bough. 

"Ho, ho!" laughed Kenneth, seeing it across the table; "another goodchance lost! You know the penalty, Patty, if you're caught under themistletoe. But of course if you eat mistletoe, the charm fails. "

"I'm willing it should, " said Patty, as she took up her spoon. "I'm notpining for a rustic swain to kiss me 'neath the mistletoe bough. "

Patty looked very roguish and provoking as she said this, and Mr. Farrington said, gallantly:

"Ah, no, perhaps not. But the swains are doing the pining, withoutdoubt. "

Now Roger sat on the other side of Patty, and as his father finishedspeaking, he said, apparently apropos of nothing:

"Mother, are these your Spode plates, or are they Cauldon ware?"

"They're Spode, Roger; why do you want to know? Are you suddenly becominginterested in China?"

"Yes, " he replied; "are you sure, mother, these are Spode?"

He lifted the handsome plate in front of him, and gazed intently at themark on its under side, as he held it just above the level of his eyes. 

"Be careful, Roger, you'll spill your ice cream, " admonished his father. 

"No, I won't, sir, " he said, as he replaced his plate. "But I never sawSpode with this decoration before. Let me look at yours, Patty. "

He took up Patty's plate of ice cream, and lifting it quite high studiedthe stamp on that. 

Suddenly he moved it, until the dish of mistletoe ice cream was directlyover Patty's head. 

"Fairly caught!" he cried; "under the mistletoe!" And before Patty caughtthe jest, Roger had kissed her pretty pink cheek, and then calmlyrestored her plate of ice cream to its place in front of her. 

"You villain!" she cried, glaring at him, and pretending to be greatlyoffended, but smiling in spite of herself at his clever ruse. 

"Good for you, my boy!" cried Mr. Farrington, clapping his hands. "I wishI had thought of that myself. But it's a game that won't work twice. "

"Indeed it won't!" said Patty, "I'll take care of that!" and she began toeat her mistletoe ice cream in proof of her words. 

"It never can happen again, " said Kenneth, in sad tones, as he watchedthe "mistletoe" disappear. "But I'll not give up all hope. It's stillChristmas Eve, and there are other mistletoes and other manners. "

"And other girls, " said Patty, glancing mischievously at Elise. 

"Yes, there are four of us, " said Louise, so innocently that they alllaughed. 

"All right, Louise, " said Kenneth, "you find a nice, big spray ofmistletoe, after dinner, and wear it in that big topknot bow of yours, and I'll promise to kiss you on both cheeks. "

But Louise was too shy to respond to this repartee, and she dropped hereyes in confusion. 

"Now, " said Mrs. Farrington, as she rose from the table, "we'll have ourChristmas Waits sing carols, and then we'll have our tree. "

The children understood this, and Hester and Bobby at once ran out of theroom. A few moments later they returned, dressed in trailing white robes, like surplices, and before they reached the drawing-room, their childishvoices could be heard singing old-fashioned carols. 

They had been well trained, and sang very prettily, and as they appearedin the doorway, Patty could scarcely believe that these demure littlewhite-robed figures were the two merry children. 

After two or three carols by the "Waits, " the whole party joined in aChristmas chorus, and Patty's clear soprano rang out sweetly in theharmony. 

"What a lovely voice you have, Patty, dear, " said Mrs. Farrington, as thesong was done; "it has improved greatly since I heard you last. Are youtaking lessons?"

"I shall, Mrs. Farrington, after we get fairly settled. Father wants meto begin as soon as he can find the right teacher. "

"Yes, indeed; you must do so. It would be a shame not to cultivate such atalent as that. "

"You _have_ improved, Patty!" declared Kenneth. "My! but your voice isstunning. I expect we'll see you on the concert stage yet. "

"More likely on a Fifth Avenue stage, " said Patty, laughing. 

"Now for the tree!" exclaimed Bobby, who had thrown aside his white robe, and was ready for the fun to begin. 

The tree had been set up in the indoor tennis-court, which was in theCasino. 

This Casino, practically another house, opened from the great hall of theFarrington mansion, and its various apartments were devoted to differentsorts of amusements. 

The tennis court made a fine setting for the Christmas celebration, andhad been carefully prepared for the great event. 

The floor was covered with white canton flannel, so arranged over slightridges and hummocks that it looked exactly like a field of drifted snow. 

The tree, at the end of the room, was the largest that could be obtained, and was loaded with beautiful ornaments and decorations, and glitteringwith electric lights of all colours. 

Patty had seen many Christmas trees, but never such a large or splendidone, and it almost took her breath away. 

"I didn't know trees ever grew so big, " she said. "How _did_ you get itinto the house?"

"It _was_ difficult, " said Mr. Farrington. "I had to engineer the jobmyself. But Bobby asked for a big tree, and as the children are growingup so fast, I wanted to humour him. "

As Patty had often said, "for a millionaire, Mr. Farrington was thekindest man she ever knew. "

Though wealthy, he had no desire for display or ostentatiousextravagance, but he loved to please his children, and was sufficientlyrewarded by their enjoyment of the pleasures he provided. 

Now, he was as frankly delighted with Bobby's enthusiasm as Bobby waswith his tree. 

"Come on, old chappie, " he cried; "you shall be Santa Claus, anddistribute the gifts. "

Meantime, the older ones were admiring the decorations of the room. Roundthe walls were smaller evergreen trees of varying heights, giving theeffect of a clearing in a grove of evergreens. The ceiling had beendraped across with dark blue material, and was studded with stars, madeof tiny electric lights. 

Bunches and wreaths of holly, tied with red ribbons, gave a touch ofcolour to the general effect, and in one corner beneath a green archedbower, a chime of bells pealed softly at intervals. 

Altogether, the whole place breathed the very spirit of Christmas, and soperfect were the appointments, that no false note marred the harmony ofit all. 

"Now for the presents!" cried Bobby. "Oh, daddy, there's my 'lectricrailroad! Won't you other people wait till I see how it works?"

The others all laughed at the eager, apologetic little face, as Bobbyfound it impossible to curb his impatience to see his new toy. 

It was indeed a fine electric railway, and every one became interested asMr. Farrington began to take it from its box and put the parts together. 

"This is the way it goes, dad, " said Roger, kneeling on the floor besidehis father. 

"No, this way, " said Kenneth, as he adjusted some of the parts. 

Quite content to wait for their gifts, Mrs. Farrington and the girlsstood round watching the proceedings with interest, and soon Patty andElise were down on the floor, too, breathlessly waiting the completion ofthe structure, and cheering gaily as the first train went successfullyround the long track. Other trains followed, switches were set, signalsopened or closed, bridges crossed, and all the manoeuvres of a realrailroad repeated in miniature. 

"I haven't had so much fun since I was a kid, " said Kenneth, rising fromthe floor and mopping his heated brow with his handkerchief. 

"Nor I!" declared Mr. Farrington. "I'd rather rig up that toy for thatboy of mine than--than to own a real railroad!"

"I believe you would!" said his wife, laughing. "And now, suppose you seewhat Santa Claus has for the rest of us. "

"Father's all in, " said Roger. "You sit on that heap of snow, dad, andKenneth and I will unload these groaning branches. "

Bobby was too absorbed in his cars to think of anything else, so thelittle girls acted as messengers to distribute the gifts from the tree. 

And this performance was a lengthy one. 

Parcel after parcel, daintily wrapped and tied, was given to Patty, and, of course, the Farringtons had many more. 

But Patty had a great quantity, for knowing where she was to spend herChristmas, all her young friends had sent gifts to her at theFarringtons', and the accumulation was almost as great as Elise's. 

"I'm helpless, " said Patty, as she sat with her lap full of gifts, boxesand papers strewn all about her on the floor, and Louise or Hester stillbringing her more parcels. 

"Let me help you, " said Kenneth, as he picked up a lot of her belongings. 

As he was only a dinner guest, of course Kenneth had no such array ofgifts, though the Farringtons had given him some pretty trifles, andPatty gave him a charming little Tanagra statuette she had brought fromFlorence. 

"See what Elise gave me, " he remarked, as he showed the bronzepaper-knife. "Jolly, isn't it?"

"Yes, indeed, " returned Patty, relieved to see that Elise had not givenhim the ring after all. "It'll be fine to cut your briefs when you're areal out-and-out lawyer. What are briefs, anyway?"

"Little girls shouldn't use words of which they don't know the meaning, "said Kenneth, reprovingly. 

"Well, anyway, if they're brief enough, they won't need cutting, "returned Patty, saucily, and then returned to the opening of her ownpresents. 

She had pretty little gifts from Hilda Henderson, Lorraine Hamilton, Clementine Morse, and many of the other girls, some of whom she had notseen since her return to New York. 

"Isn't it lovely to have so many friends?" said she, looking over herpile of gifts at Kenneth. 

"Do you love them all?" he asked, smiling back at her happy face. 

"Oh, indeed I do. Not exactly because they've given me all these prettythings, for I love the girls just as much in the summer time as atChristmas. But because they're my friends, and so, --I love them. "

"Boys are your friends, too, " suggested Kenneth. 

"Of course they are!" Patty agreed; "and I love them, too. I guess I loveeverybody. "

"Rather a big order, " said Roger, coming up just then. "Loving everybody, you can't give a very large portion to each one. "

"No, " said Patty, pretending to look downcast. "Now, isn't that _too_bad! Well, never mind, I've plenty of gratitude to go round, anyway. AndI offer you a big share of that, Roger, for this silver box. "

"Do you like it? Oh, please like it, Patty. "

"Of course I do; it's exquisite workmanship, and I shall use itfor, --well, it seems most too prosaic, --but it's exactly the right shapeand size for hairpins!"

"Then use it for 'em! Why not?" cried Roger, evidently pleased that Pattycould find a use for his gift. 

"And see what Ken gave me, " went on Patty, as she held up a small crystalball. "I've long wanted a crystal, and this is a beauty. "

"What's it for?" asked Roger, curiously; "it looks like a marble. "

"Marble, indeed! Why, Roger, it's a crystal, a Japanese rock crystal. "

"Isn't it glass?"

"No, ignorant one! 'Tis not glass, but a curio of rare and occult value. In it I read the future, the past, and the present. "

"Yes, it is a present, I know, " said Roger, and in the laugh at thissally the subject was dropped, but Roger secretly vowed to look up thesubject of crystals and find out why Patty was so pleased with a marble. 

"Elise is simply snowed under, " said Kenneth, as they heard rapturousexclamations from the other side of the room, where Elise was examiningher gifts. 

"Think of it!" cried Patty; "she had everything a girl could possiblywant yesterday, and now to-day she has a few bushels more!"

It was literally true. Getting free, somehow, of her own impedimenta, Patty ran over to see Elise's things. 

"You look like a fancy bazaar gone to smash, " she declared, as she sawElise in the midst of her Christmas portion. 

"I feel like an International Exhibition, " returned Elise. "I've giftsfrom all parts of the known world!"

"And unknown!" said Kenneth, picking up various gimcracks of whose nameor use he had no idea. 

"But this is what I like best, " she went on, smiling at Kenneth, as sheheld up the dainty little card-case he had given her. "I shall use thisonly when calling on my dearest friends. "

"Good for you!" he returned. "Glad you like it. And as I know you've lotsof dearest friends, I'll promise, when it's worn out, to give youanother. "

Elise looked a trifle disappointed at this offhand response to her moreearnest speech, but she only smiled gaily, and turned the subject. 

CHAPTER V

SKATING AND DANCING

"Kenneth thinks an awful lot of you, Patty, " said Elise, as, after theChristmas party was all over, the girls were indulging in a good-nightchat. 

"Pooh, " said Patty, who, in kimono and bedroom slippers, nestled in a bigeasy-chair in front of the wood-fire in Elise's dressing-room. "I'veknown Ken for years, and we do think a lot of each other. But you needn'ttake that tone, Elise. It's a boy and girl chumminess, and you know it. Why, Ken doesn't think any more of me than Roger does. "

"Oh, Roger! Why, he's perfectly gone on you. He worships the ground youwalk on. Surely, Patty, you've noticed Roger's devotion. "

"What's the matter with you, Elise? Where'd you get these crazy notionsabout devotion and worship? If you'll excuse my French, --you make metired!"

"Don't you like to have the boys devoted to you, Patty?"

"No, I don't! I like their jolly friendship, of course. I like to talk toKen and Roger, or to Clifford Morse, or any of the boys of our set; butas for _devotion_, I don't see any. "

"None so blind as those who won't see, " said Elise, who had finishedbrushing her hair, and now sank down on an ottoman by Patty's side. 

"Well, then, I'll stay blind, for I don't want to see devoted swainsworshipping the Persian rugs I walk on! Though if you mean thesebeautiful rugs that are on all the floors of your house, Elise, I don'tknow that I blame the swains so much. By the way, I suppose some of themare 'prayer rugs' anyway, so that makes it all the more appropriate. "

"Oh, Patty, you're such a silly! You're not like other girls. "

"You surprise me, Elise! Also you flatter me! I had an idea I belonged tothe common herd. "

"Patty, _will_ you be serious? Roger is terribly in love with you. "

"Really, Elise? How interesting! Now, what would you do in a case likethat?"

"I'd consider it seriously, at any rate. "

Patty put one finger to her forehead, frowned deeply, and gazed into thefire for fully half a minute. Then she said:

"I've considered, Elise, and all I can think of is the 'Cow whoconsidered very well and gave the piper a penny. ' Do you suppose Rogerwould care for a penny?"

"He would, if you gave it to him, " returned Elise, who was almostpetulant at Patty's continued raillery. 

"Then he shall have it! Rich as the Farringtons are, if the son of thehouse wants a penny of my fortune, it shall not be denied him!"

Patty had risen, and was stalking up and down the room with jerkystrides, and dramatic waving of her arms. Her golden hair hung in a curlycloud over her blue silk kimono, and her voice thrilled with a tragicintensity, though, of course, exaggerated to a ludicrous degree. 

Having finished her speech, Patty retained her dramatic pose, and glaredat Elise like a very young and pretty Lady Macbeth. 

"Oh, Patty, " cried Elise, forgetting the subject in hand, "you ought tobe an actress! Do you know, you were quite stunning when you flungyourself round so. And, Patty, with your voice, --your singing voice, Imean, --you ought to go on the stage! _Do_, will you, Patty? I'd love tosee you an opera singer!"

"Elise, you're crazy to-night! Suppose I should go on the stage, whatwould become of all these devoted swains who are worshipping myfeetsteps?"

"Bother the swains! Patty, my heart is set upon it. You must be anactress. I mean a really nice, gentle, refined one, like Maude Adams, orEleanor Robson. Oh, they are so sweet! and such noble, grand women. "

"Elise, you have lovely ambitions for your friends. What about yourself?Won't you be a circus-rider, dear? I want you to be as ambitious for youas you are for me. "

"Patty, stop your fooling. I was quite in earnest. "

"Then you'd better begin fooling. It's more sensible than yourearnestness. Now, I'm going to run away to bed and leave you to dreamthat you're a circus-rider, whizzing round a ring on a snow-white Arabsteed. Good-night, girlie. "

Alone in her room, Patty smiled to herself at Elise's foolishness. Andyet, though she had no desire to be an actress, Patty had sometimesdreamed of herself as a concert singer, enchanting her audiences with herclear, sweet voice, which was fine and true, if not great. She wasambitious, though as yet not definitely so, and Elise's words had rouseda dormant desire to be or to do something worth while, and not, as shethought to herself, be a mere social butterfly. 

Then she smiled again as she thought of Elise's talk about Ken and Roger. 

But here no answering chord was touched. As chums, she thoroughly likedboth boys, but the thought of any more serious liking only roused afeeling of amusement in her mind. 

"Perhaps I may be glad to have somebody in love with me some day, " shethought; "but it will be many years from now, and meantime I want to do awhole lot of things that are really worth doing. "

Then, with a whimsical thought that to sleep was the thing most worthdoing at the present moment, Patty tumbled into the soft, white nestprepared for her and was soon sound asleep. 

Christmas Day was one of the finest. No snow, but a clear, cold, bracingair, that was exhilarating to breathe. 

"Skating this afternoon?" said Roger, after the Merry Christmas greetingshad been exchanged. 

"Yes, indeed, " cried Patty and Elise in one breath. 

"Let's get up a party, shall us?" went on Roger, "and skate till dusk, and then all come back here and have tea under the Christmas tree?"

"Lovely!" cried Elise, but Patty hesitated. 

"You know we have the dance on for to-night, " she said. 

Patty was not robust, and continuous exertions often tired her. Nan hadcautioned her not to attempt too much gaiety during this visit, and shewanted to rest before the evening's dance. 

"Oh, pshaw!" said Elise, "there'll be lots of time. The dance won't begintill nine, anyway. "

So Patty agreed, and Roger went off to invite his skating party bytelephone. 

He secured Kenneth, and the two Morses, and then he hung up the receiver. 

"That's enough, " he declared. "I don't like a big skating party. Slipaway, girls, and get your bonnets and shawls; the car'll be here in halfan hour. "

The girls went off to dress, and Patty viewed her new skating costumewith decided approval. 

It was all of white. A white cloth frock, with short skirt; whitebroadcloth coat and a Russian turban of white cloth and fur; long whiteleather leggings, and her Christmas furs, which added a charming touch tothe costume. 

As being more comfortable for skating, she had returned to her formermode of hair-dressing, and so two big white ribbon bows bloomed at theback of her head. These, and the short skirt, quite took away Patty'sgrown-up air, and made her seem a little girl again. 

"Hello, Baby, " said Roger, as he saw her come downstairs, with rosycheeks and eyes sparkling with pleasurable anticipation, for Patty lovedto skate. 

"Mam-ma!" said Patty, putting her finger in her mouth, and assuming avacant, babyish stare. 

Roger laughed at her foolishness, and then Elise came along and they allwent out to the car. 

Elise's suit was of crimson cloth, bordered with dark fur, and as aconsequence the two girls together made a pretty picture. 

"You're such a comfort, Patty, " Elise said, as they climbed into the bigcar. "You always dress just right to harmonise with my clothes. "

"Sure you do!" said Roger, looking at the two girls admiringly. "Nofellow on the ice will escort such beautiful ladies as I have in mycharge. Now, we'll pick up Ken and the Morses, and then make a dash forthe Pole. "

They reached the Park by three o'clock, so had nearly two hours ofskating before the dusk fell. 

Patty was a superior skater, and so were most of the others, for Rogerhad chosen his party with care. 

"Skate with me, Patty, will you?" said Roger, just at the same momentthat Kenneth said, "Of course you'll skate with me, Patty. "

Patty looked at both boys with a comical smile. "Thank you, " she said;"but I always like to pick out my own escort. " Then, turning to CliffordMorse, she said:

"Skate with me, won't you, Cliff? We're a good team. "

"We are that!" he replied, greatly pleased, if a little surprised atPatty's invitation. 

Kenneth and Roger grinned at each other, and then turned quickly to theother girls, who had not heard the little parley. 

Of course Roger skated with Clementine Morse, and Kenneth with Elise, which arrangement quite satisfied the dark-eyed beauty. 

"You look like Little Red Riding-hood, " said Kenneth, as they startedoff, with long, gliding strokes. 

"Don't be a wolf, and eat me up, " laughed Elise, for Kenneth had fur onhis cap and overcoat, and with his big fur gloves, seemed almost likesome big, good-natured animal. 

"You skate beautifully, Elise, " said Kenneth, "and all you girls do. Lookat Clementine; isn't she graceful?"

"Yes, " agreed Elise, "and so is Patty. "

"Patty, " echoed Kenneth. "She is a poem on ice!"

She was, and Elise knew it, but a naughty little jealousy burned in herheart at Ken's words. 

She bravely tried to down it, however, and said: "Yes, she is. She's apoem in every way. "

"Well, I don't know about that. In some ways she's more of a jolly, merryjingle. "

"A nonsense rhyme, " suggested Elise, falling in with his metaphor. 

"Yes; how quick you are to see what I mean. Now, Clementine is alyric, --she glides so gracefully along. "

"And I?" asked Elise, laughing at his witty characterisation. 

"You? Well, I can't judge unless I see you. Skate off by yourself. "

Elise did so, and Kenneth watched the scarlet-clad figure gracefullypirouetting and skilfully executing difficult steps. 

"Well?" she said, as she returned to him, and again they joined hands andglided along in unison. 

"Well, you're delightful on ice. You're a will o' the wisp. "

"But I want to be a poem of some sort. The other girls are. "

Kenneth smiled at the pretty, anxious face. 

"You are a poem. You're one of those little French forms. A virelay or atriolet. "

Elise was a little uncertain as to what these were, exactly, but sheresolved to look them up as soon as she reached home. At any rate, sheknew Kenneth meant to be complimentary, and she smiled with pleasure. 

Then the others joined them and they all skated together for a time, andthen the sun set, and Roger said they must go home. 

He was a most reliable boy, and always took charge of their littleexpeditions or outings. Elise never thought of questioning his authority, so again they all bundled into the car, and started homeward. 

"I ought to go right home, " said Clementine. 

"Oh, come round for a cup of Christmas tea, " said Roger, "and I'll takeyou home in half an hour. "

So the Morses consented, and the six merry young people had tea under theChristmas tree, and told stories by the firelight, and laughed andchatted until Clementine declared she must go, or she'd never get back intime for the dance. 

"What are you going to wear, Patsy?" asked Elise, as they went upstairs, arm in arm. 

"I've a new frock, of course. Did you think I'd come to your dance in oneI'd worn before? Nay, I hold Miss Farrington in too high esteem forthat!"

"Well, scurry into it, for I'm crazy to see it. If it's prettier thanmine, I won't let you go down to the ballroom!"

"It won't be, " returned Patty; "don't worry about that!"

But when the two girls were dressed, Patty's frock, though not soexpensive, was quite as attractive as Elise's. 

Patty's was of apricot-coloured satin, veiled all over with a delicatethin material of the same shade. A pearl trimming encircled the slightlylow-cut throat and the short sleeves. It was very becoming to prettyPatty, and she knew herself that she had never looked better. 

Elise's gown was of white silk, draped with silvered lace. It was lovely, and suited Elise's dark hair and eyes, and really both girls werepictures. But Patty's face was sunny and happy, while Elise's red mouthdrooped in a little curve of discontent. 

The girl was discontented by nature, and though she had everything thatheart could wish, she was never brimming over with content and happiness, as Patty always was. 

The dance was in the tennis court, where a smooth crash had replaced thesnowy floor of the Christmas Eve celebration. The Christmas tree stillstood there, as it formed a beautiful decoration for that end of theballroom. 

It was not a large party, for Mrs. Farrington would not allow Elise toact like a young lady out in society. About thirty young people wereasked, and the hours were from nine till twelve. 

But the music was of the finest, and as Patty's favourite amusement wasdancing, she had a most enjoyable time. 

An exquisite dancer, she was, of course, besieged by partners, but in hermerry, wholehearted way, she treated them all alike, showing favouritismto none, and dancing with less desirable partners as pleasantly andhappily as with those she liked better. 

Roger grumbled at this. 

"You're wasted on a fellow like Harry Barr, " he said, as he and Pattystarted for a turn. "He dances like a grain-thresher, and yet you bobalong with him as smilingly as if you were dancing with a decenttripper. "

"Why not?" returned Patty; "he's pleasant and kind. He doesn't _talk_like a grain-thresher, and he can't help his dancing. Or rather, his lackof it, for you can't call those gymnastics of his dancing. Oh, Roger, there's Mr. Hepworth!"

Sure enough, Mr. Hepworth had just come in, and as Patty spoke, he caughther eye and smiled. 

She smiled back, and when the dance was over asked Roger to take her tohim. 

"Old Hepworth?" said Roger, in surprise. "You can't waste time on him, Patty; your dance card is full, you know. "

"I don't care, I must just speak to him. I haven't seen him since I camehome. Whoever belongs to my next dance can wait a few minutes. "

"All right; come on, then. " Roger led her across the room, and with asmiling face, and in tones of glad welcome, she said:

"Oh, Mr. Hepworth, how do you do?"

"Patty!" he exclaimed, taking her hands in his. "I'm so glad to see youagain. "

There was a thrill in his voice that startled her, but she only said, "And so am I glad to see you. Why haven't you been to call on me?"

"I've just returned from a Southern trip. Only reached New Yorkto-night, --and here I am. "

"Here I am, too, but I can't talk to you now. My programme is full, and Imake it a point always to keep my engagements. "

"Not one dance left?" said Mr. Hepworth, looking over the scribbled card. 

"Not one! I'm so sorry, --but, of course, I didn't know you were coming. "

"Of course not. Run along now, and enjoy yourself, and I'll call on you, if I may, some time when you are at home. "

"Yes, do, " said Patty, realising that Mr. Hepworth was the same kind, thoughtful friend he had always been. 

"I wonder why I'm so glad to see him, " she thought to herself, as shewalked away with her new partner; "but I am, all the same. "

CHAPTER VI

A FAIR PROPOSITION

It was on the afternoon of New Year's Day that Mr. Hepworth came to callon Patty. She was at home again, having returned from her visit to Elisea few days after Christmas. 

"You know I am old-fashioned, " he said, as he greeted the Fairfieldfamily, and joined their circle round the library fire. "But I don'tsuppose you thought I was quite so old-fashioned as to make calls on NewYear's Day. However, I'm not quite doing that, as this is the only call Ishall make to-day. "

"We're glad to see you any day in the year, " said Nan, cordially, andPatty added:

"Indeed we are. I've been wondering why you didn't come round. "

"Busy, " said Mr. Hepworth, smiling at her. "An artist's life is not aleisure one. "

"Is anybody's now-a-days?" asked Mr. Fairfield. "The tendency of the ageis to rush and hurry all the time. What a contrast to a hundred yearsago!"

"And a good contrast, too, " declared Nan. "If the world still joggedalong at a hundred years ago rate, we would have no motor-cars, noaëroplanes, no----"

"No North Pole, " suggested her husband. "True enough, Nan, to accomplishthings we must be busy. "

"I want to get busy, " said Patty. "No, I don't mean that for slang, "--asher father looked at her reprovingly, --"but I want to do something thatis really worth while. "

"The usual ambition of extreme youth, " said Mr. Hepworth, looking at herkindly, if quizzically. "Do you want to reform the world, and in whatway?"

"Not exactly reform it, " said Patty, smiling back at him; "reform hassuch a serious sound. But I do want to make it brighter and better. "

"That's a good phrase, too, " observed Mr. Hepworth, still teasingly. "But, Patty, you do make the world brighter and better, just by being init. "

"That's too easy; and, anyway, I expect to remain in it for some severalyears yet; and I want to do something beside just _be_. "

"Ah, well, you can doubtless find some outlet for your enthusiasms. "

"What she really wants, " said her father, "is to be an operatic star. "

"And sing into phonographs, " added Nan, mischievously. 

"Yes, " smiled Patty, "and have my picture in the backs of magazines!"

"That's right, " said Mr. Hepworth, "aim high, while you're about it. "

"I can aim high enough, " returned Patty, "but I'm not sure I can singhigh enough. "

"Oh, you only need to come high enough, to be an operatic star, " said Mr. Hepworth, who was in merry mood to-day. 

"But, seriously, " said Patty, who was in earnest mood, "I do want to dogood. I don't mean in a public way, but in a charity way. "

"Oh, soup-kitchens and bread-lines?"

"No; not exactly. I mean to help people who have no sweetness and lightin their lives. "

"Oh, Patty, " groaned Nan, "if you're on that tack, you're hopeless. Whathave you been reading? 'The Young Maiden's Own Ruskin, ' or 'Look Up andNot Down'?"

"And lend a ten, " supplemented Mr. Fairfield. 

"You needn't laugh, " began Patty, pouting a little. Then she laughedherself, and went on: "Yes, you may laugh if you want to, --I know I soundridiculous. But I tell you, people, I'm going to make good!"

"You may make good, " said her father, "but you'll never be good until youstop using slang. How often, my daughter, have I told you----"

"Oh, cut it out, daddy, " said Patty, dimpling with laughter, for she knewher occasional slang phrases amused her father, even though they annoyedhim. "If you'll help me 'do noble things, not dream them all day long, 'I'll promise to talk only in purest English undefiled. "

"Goodness, Patty!" said Nan, "you're a walking cyclopædia of poeticalquotations to-day. "

"And you're a running commentary on them, " returned Patty, promptly, which remark sent Mr. Hepworth off in peals of laughter. 

"Oh, Patty!" he exclaimed, "I'm afraid you're going to grow up clever!That would be fatal to your ambition! Be good, sweet child, and let whowill be clever. Nobody can be both. "

"I can, " declared Patty; "I'll show you Missouri people yet!"

Mr. Fairfield groaned at this new burst of slang, but Mr. Hepworth onlylaughed. 

"She'll get over it, " he said. "A few years of these 'noble aims' of herswill make her so serious-minded that she won't even see the meaning of aslang phrase. Though, I must admit, I think some of them very apt, myself. "

"They sure are!" said irrepressible Patty, giggling at her father'sfrown. 

"But I'll tell you one thing, " went on Mr. Hepworth: "Whatever line youdecide upon, let it be something that needs no training. I mean, if youchoose to go in for organised charity or settlement work, well and good. But don't attempt Red Cross nursing or kindergarten teaching, or anythingthat requires technical knowledge. For in these days, only trained laboursucceeds, and only expert, at that. "

"Oh, pshaw, " said Patty; "I don't mean to earn money. Though if I wantedto, I'm sure I could. Why, if I _had_ to earn my own living, I could doit as easy as anything!"

"I'm not so sure of that, " said Mr. Hepworth, gravely. "It isn't so easyfor a young woman to earn her living without a technical education insome line. "

"Well, Patty, you'll never have to earn your own living, " said herfather, smiling; "so don't worry about that. But I agree with our friend, that you couldn't do it, if you did have to. "

"That sounds so Irish, daddy, that I think it's as bad as slang. However, I see you are all of unsympathetic nature, so I won't confide in youfurther as to my aims or ambitions. "

"I haven't noticed any confidences yet, " murmured Nan; "only appeals forhelp. "

Patty gave her a withering glance. 

"The subject is dropped, " she said; "let us now talk about the weather. "

"No, " said Hepworth; "let me tell you a story. Let me tell you of a girlI met down South, who, if she only had Patty's determination and force ofcharacter, might achieve success, and even renown. "

"Do tell us about her, " said Nan, for Mr. Hepworth was always aninteresting talker. 

"She lives in Virginia, and her name is Christine Farley. A friend ofmine, down there, asked me to look at some of her drawings, and I saw atonce that the girl has real talent, if not genius. "

"Of course you would know, " said Nan, for Mr. Hepworth himself was aportrait painter of high repute. 

"Yes, she really has done some remarkable work. But she is poor and livesin a small country town. She has already learned all the local teacherscan give her, and needs the technical training of a good art school. Witha year of such training she could easily become, I am sure, a successfulillustrator. At least, after a year's study, I know she could get goodwork to do, and then she would rapidly become known. "

"Can't she manage to do this, in some way?" asked Mr. Fairfield. 

"No; she is ambitious in her work, but in no other way. She is shy andtimid; a country girl, inexperienced in the ways of the world, ignorantof city life, and desperately afraid of New York, which to her is a namefor all unknown terrors. "

"Goose!" said Patty. "Oh, I'm sorry for her, of course; but as anAmerican girl, she ought to have more spunk. "

"Southern girls don't have spunk, Patty, " said her father, with a merrytwinkle in his eye. 

"Don't they! Well, I guess I ought to know! I'm a Southern girl, myself. At least, I was until I was fourteen. "

"Perhaps you've achieved your spunk since you came North, then, " saidHepworth; "for I agree with your father, Southern girls do not have muchenergy of character. At least, Miss Farley hasn't. She's about nineteenor twenty, but she's as childish as a girl of fourteen, --except in herwork; there she excels any one of her age I've ever known. "

"Can nothing be done in the matter?" asked Nan. 

"I don't know. I'm told they're very proud people, and would not acceptcharity. Of course she never can earn anything by her work if she staysat home; and as she can't get away, it seems to be a deadlock. "

"I'd like to help her, " said Patty, slowly. "I do think she ought to haveingenuity enough to help herself, but if she hasn't, I'd like to helpher. "

"How can you?" asked Nan. 

"I don't know. But the way to find out how to do things is to do them. "

"Oh, dear, " moaned Mr. Hepworth, in mock despair. "I said I feared youwere clever. Don't say those things, Patty, you'll ruin your reputationas a beauty. "

"Pooh!" said Patty, who sometimes didn't know whether Mr. Hepworth wasteasing her or not, "that isn't a clever thing to say. "

"Well, if you don't mean it for an epigram, I'll forgive you, --but don'tlet it happen again. Now, as to Christine Farley. I'll let you be cleverfor once, if you'll turn your cleverness to devising some way to aid herto an art education. Can you think of any way?"

"I can think of dozens, " returned Patty, "but the only thing to do is forher to come to New York, get a scholarship at the Art School, and thenboard in a hall bedroom, --art students always do that, --and they havejolly good times with chafing dishes and palette knives, and such things. I've read about 'em. "

"Yes, " said Mr. Hepworth, "but how is she to pay the board for the hallbedroom? They are really quite poor, I'm told. "

"Well!" said Patty, scornfully, "anybody, --the merest infant, --could earnenough money outside class hours to pay a small sum like that, I shouldhope! Why, how much would such board cost?"

"Patty, child, " said her father, "you don't know much of socialeconomics, do you? I fancy the young woman could board properly for abouttwelve or fifteen dollars a week; eh, Hepworth?"

"Yes; I daresay fifteen dollars a week would cover her expenses, including her art materials. Of course this would mean literally the'hall bedroom' in a very modest boarding-house. "

"Well!" went on Patty, "and do you mean to say that this girl couldn'tearn fifteen dollars a week, and attend her classes, too?"

"I mean to say just that, " said Mr. Hepworth, seriously. 

"I agree with you, " said Nan. "Why, I couldn't earn fifteen dollars aweek, and stay at home from the classes. "

"Oh, Nan!" cried Patty, "you could! I'm sure you could! Why, I'll bet Icould earn fifteen dollars a week, and have plenty of time left for mypractising, my club meetings, motoring, skating, and all the things Iwant to do beside. Fifteen dollars a week is _nothing_!"

"Gently, gently, my girl, " said her father, for Patty's cheeks were pinkwith the earnestness of her argument. "Fifteen dollars a week seemsnothing to you, because you have all the money you want. But where isyour sense of proportion? Your idea of relative values? The value offifteen dollars handed out to you willingly by a loving father, or thevalue of fifteen dollars earned from a grudging employer, are totallydifferent matters. "

"I don't care, " said Patty. "I know I could earn that much a week, and Ibelieve this other girl could do so, if she had somebody to make herthink she could. "

"There's a good deal in that, " said Hepworth, thoughtfully. "Miss Farleydoes need somebody to make her think she can do things. But the life ofan art student is a busy one, and I'm sure she couldn't earn much moneywhile she's studying. "

"But fifteen dollars a week isn't much, " persisted Patty. "Anybody couldearn that. "

"Look here, Puss, " said her father: "sometimes you show a bravery ofassertion that ought to be put to the test. Now I'll make a propositionto you in the presence of these two witnesses. If you'll earn fifteendollars in one week, --any week, --I'll agree to pay the board of this MissFarley in New York, for a year, while she pursues her art studies. "

"Oh, father, will you?" cried Patty. "What a duck you are! Of course Ican earn the money, easily. "

"Wait a moment; there are conditions, or rather stipulations. You mustnot do anything unbecoming a quiet, refined girl, --but I know youwouldn't do that, anyway. You must not engage in any pursuit that keepsyou away from your home after five o'clock in the afternoon----"

"Oh, " interrupted Patty, "I don't propose to go out washing! I shall dolight work of some sort at home. But never you mind what I do, --of courseit will be nothing you could possibly object to, --I'll earn fifteendollars in less than a week. "

"A week, though, is the proposition. When you bring me fifteen dollars, earned by yourself, unassisted, in the space of seven days, I'll carryout my part of the bargain. "

"But the girl won't accept it, " said Patty, regretfully. 

"I'm trusting to your tact, and Nan's, to offer the opportunity to her insuch a way that she will accept it. Couldn't that be done, Hepworth?"

"Why, yes; I daresay it could be managed. And you are very generous, Mr. Fairfield, but I can't say I have much hope of Patty's success. "

"'Patty's success' is always a foregone conclusion, " said that youngwoman, saucily; "and now, at last, I have an aim in life! I shall beginto-morrow, --and we'll see!"

The others laughed, for no one could take pretty Patty very seriously, except herself. 

"But don't tell anybody, " she added, as the doorbell rang. 

They all promised they wouldn't, and then Elise and Roger came in tobring New Year's greetings, and the conversation took a lighter andmerrier turn. 

CHAPTER VII

DEPARTMENT G

Alone in her own room that same night, Patty thought out her greatproject. She was not at all doubtful of her success, she was onlychoosing among the various methods of earning money that occurred to her. 

All were easy, and some of them even seemed delightful occupations. 

"Father is an angel, " she thought to herself; "a big, splendid angel. Heknew I could do my part easily enough, and he only made it a stipulationbecause he didn't want to shoulder the whole affair outright. He wantedme to feel I had a hand in it. He's so tactful and dear. Well, I'll do mypart so well, he'll have nothing to complain of. Then I'll get Nan towrite to the girl, and invite her here for a few days or a week. Then Irather guess we can gently persuade her to accept the goods the godsprovide. "

Considering the matter as settled, Patty went to sleep and dreamedhappily of her coming triumphs as a wage-earner. 

"Do you go to business to-day, Miss Fairfield?" asked her father, at thebreakfast table. 

"Yes, Mr. Fairfield. That is, I shall occupy myself with my--with myoccupation. "

"Indeed! that is logical, at any rate. Would it be indiscreet to inquirethe nature of said occupation?"

"It would be not only indiscreet, but useless, for I decline to tell. Butit is work I shall do at home. I've no desire to enter an office. And, you don't need a stenographer, anyway, do you?"

"No, and if I did, I shouldn't take you. You're too young and tooself-assured, --not desirable traits in office work. "

"I may get over them both, " said Patty, smiling at him. 

"You probably will, " said Nan, "before you've succeeded in thisridiculous scheme you've undertaken. "

"Now, Nannikins, don't desert Mr. Micawber in that cruel fashion, " Pattyflung back, gaily; "the game's never out till it's played out, you know;and this game isn't even yet begun. "

"You'll be played out before the game is, " said her father. 

"Oh, daddy, I'm 'fraid that's slang! I am truly 'fraid so!"

"Well, mind now, Puss; you're not to tire yourself too much. Rememberwhen you 'most worked yourself to death, at your Commencementcelebration. "

"Yes, but I've had a lot of experience since that. And I'm much wellerand stronger. "

"Yes, you're well; but you're not of a very strong constitution, andnever will be. So remember, and don't overdo. "

"Not I. I can earn fifteen dollars a week, and more too, I know, withoutoverdoing myself. "

"Good-by, then; I must be off. I'll hear to-night the report of yourfirst day's work. "

The family separated, and Patty ran singing away to make her preparationsfor the campaign. 

"What _are_ you doing?" asked Nan, as she went rummaging in the linencloset. 

"Nothing naughty, " replied Patty, giggling. "Curb your curiosity, stepmothery, for it won't be gratified. "

Nan laughed and went away, and Patty proceeded to select certain verypretty embroidered doilies and centrepieces, --two of each. 

These she laid carefully in a flat box, which she tied up into a neatparcel. Then she put on her plainest cloth suit, and a small, dark hat, and was ready to start. 

"Nan, " she said, looking in at the library door, "what time do you wantthe motor?"

"Oh, about eleven or twelve. Keep it as long as you like. "

"It's only ten now. I'll be back in less than an hour, I'm sure. Good-by. "

"Good-by, " returned Nan. "Good luck to you!"

She thought Patty's scheme ridiculous, but harmless, for she knew thegirl well enough to know she wouldn't do anything that might lead herinto an unpleasant position; but she feared that her boundless enthusiasmwould urge her on beyond the bounds of her nervous strength. 

Though soundly healthy, Patty was high-strung, and stopped at no amountof exertion to attain a desired end. More than once this nervous energyof hers had caused physical collapse, which was what Nan feared for hernow. 

But Patty feared nothing for herself, and going out to the waitingmotor-car, she gave the chauffeur an address down in the lower part ofBroadway. 

It was so unusual, that Miller hesitated a moment and then said, deferentially: "This is 'way downtown, Miss Patty; are you sure thenumber is right?"

"Yes; that's all right, " she returned, smiling; "go ahead. "

So he went ahead, and after a long ride southward, the car stopped in thecrowded mercantile portion of lower Broadway. 

Patty got out, and looked a little apprehensively at the unfamiliarsurroundings. "Wait for me, " she said to Miller, and then turneddeterminedly to the door. 

Yes, the number was right. There was the sign, "Monongahela ArtEmbroidery Company, " on the window. Patty opened the big door, and wentin. 

She had fancied it would be like the shops to which she was accustomed, where polite floor-walkers stepped up and asked her wishes, but it wasnot at all like that. 

It was more like a large warehouse. Partitions that rose only part way tothe ceiling divided off small rooms or departments, all of which werepiled high with boxes or crates. The aisles between these were narrow, and the whole place was rather dark. Moreover, there seemed to be nobodyabout. 

Patty sat down in a chair and waited a few moments, but no one appeared, so she got up again. 

"Here's where I need my pluck, " she said to herself, not frightened, butwondering at the situation. "I'll go ahead, but I feel like Alice inWonderland. I know I'll fall into a treacle well. "

She traversed half the length of the long building, when she saw a man, writing in one of the small compartments. 

He looked up at her, and then, apparently without interest in herpresence there, resumed his work. 

Patty was a little annoyed at what she thought discourtesy, and said:

"I've come to answer your advertisement. "

"Fourth floor, " said the man, indicating the direction by pointing hispenholder across the room, but not looking up. 

"Thank you, " said Patty, in a tone intended to rebuke his own lack ofmanners. 

But he only went on writing, and she turned to look for the elevator. 

She could see none, however, so she walked on, thinking how like a mazewas this succession of small rooms and little cross aisles. When she sawanother man writing in another coop, she said politely:

"Will you please direct me to the elevator?"

"What?" said the man, looking at her. 

Patty repeated her request. 

"Ain't none, " he said. "Want work?"

Though unpolished, he was not rude, and after a moment's hesitation, Patty said, "Yes, I do. "

"Have to hoof it, then. Three flights up; Department G. "

"All right, " said Patty, whose spirits always rose when she encountereddifficulties. She saw the staircase, now; a rough, wooden structure ofunplaned boards, and no balusters. But she trudged up the long flighthopefully. 

The next floor seemed to be full of whirring looms, and the noise was, asPatty described it afterward, like the buzzing of a billion bees! But, asking no further directions, she ascended the next staircase and thenext, until she found herself on the fourth floor. 

Several people were bustling about here, all seeming to be very busy andpreoccupied. 

"Where is Department G?" she inquired of a man hurrying by. 

"Ask at the desk, " he replied, without pausing. 

This was ambiguous, as there were more than a score of desks about, eachtenanted by a busy man, more often than not accompanied by astenographer. 

"Oh, dear, what a place!" thought Patty. No one would attend to herwants; no one seemed to notice her. She believed she could stand thereall day if she chose, without being spoken to. 

Clearly, she must take the initiative. 

She saw a pleasant-faced woman at a desk, and decided to address her. 

"Where is Department G, please?" she asked. 

"G?" said the woman, looking blank. 

"Yes, G. The man downstairs told me it was on the fourth floor. Isn'tthis the fourth floor?"

"Yes, it is. "

"Then, where is Department G?"

"G?"

"Yes, _G_!"

"I don't know, I'm sure. "

"Who does know?"

"I don't know. "

The absurdity of this conversation made Patty smile, which seemed toirritate the other. 

"I can't help it if I don't know, " she snapped out. "I'm new here, myself; only came yesterday. I don't know where G is, I'm sure. "

"Excuse me, " said Patty, sorry that she had smiled, and she turned away. 

She caught a red-headed boy, as he passed, whistling, and said:

"Do _you_ know where Department G is?"

"Sure!" said the boy, grinning at her. "Sashay straight acrost de room. Pipe de guy wit' de goggles?"

"Thank you, " said Patty, restraining her desire to smile at the funnylittle chap. 

She went over to the desk indicated. The man seated there looked at herover his glasses, and said:

"To embroider?"

"Yes, " said Patty. 

"Take a chair. Wait a few moments. I'm busy. "

Relieved at having reached her goal, Patty sat down in the chairindicated and waited. She waited five minutes and then ten, and thenfifteen. 

The man was busy; there was no doubt of that. He dashed off memoranda, gave them to messengers, telephoned, whisked drawers open and shut, andseemed to be in a very whirl of business. 

As there was no indication of a cessation, Patty grew impatient, at last, and said:

"Can you attend to my business soon? If not, I'll call some other day. "

"Yes, " said the man, passing his hand across his brow a little wearily. He looked tired, and overworked, and Patty felt sorry for him. 

But he whirled round in his office chair and asked her quite civilly whatshe wanted. 

"You advertised for embroiderers, " began Patty, feeling rather small andworthless, "so I came----"

"Yes, yes, " said the man, as she paused. "Can you embroider? We use onlythe best. Have you samples of your work?"

"I have, " said Patty, beginning to untie her box. 

But her fingers trembled, and she couldn't unknot the cord. 

The man took it from her, not rudely, but as if every moment wereprecious. Deftly he opened the parcel, and gave a quick glance at Patty'sexquisite needlework on the doilies and centrepieces she had brought. 

"Do it yourself?" he asked, already closing the box again. 

"Yes, of course, " said Patty, indignant at the implication. 

"No offence; that's all right. Your work goes. Report at Department B. Good-day. "

He handed her the box, whirled round to his desk, and was immediately athis work again. 

Patty realised she was dismissed, and, taking her box, she started forthe stairs. 

She passed the red-headed boy again, and feeling almost as if she weremeeting an old friend in a strange land, she said: "Where is DepartmentB?"

"Caught on, didjer?" he grinned. "Good fer youse! B, first floor, --thatway. "

He pointed a grimy finger in the direction she should take, and went on, whistling. Down the three flights of stairs went Patty, and thanks to theclarity of the red-headed one's direction, she soon found Department B. 

This was in charge of a sharp-faced woman, rather past middle age. 

"Sent by Mr. Myers?" she inquired, looking at Patty coldly. 

"I was sent by the man in Department G, " returned Patty. "He said my workwould do, and that I was to report to you. "

"All right; how much do you want?" said the woman. 

"How much do you pay?" returned Patty. 

"Don't be impertinent, miss! I mean how much work do you want?"

"Oh, " said Patty, who was quite innocent of any intent to offend. "Why, Iwant enough to last a week. "

"Well, that depends on how fast you work, " said the woman, speaking withsome asperity. "Come now, do you want a dozen, or two dozen, or what?"

Patty was strongly tempted to say: "What, thank you!" but she refrained, knowing it was no occasion for foolery. 

"I don't know till I see them, " she replied. "Are they elaborate pieces?"

"Here they are, " said the woman, taking some pieces of work from a box. Her tone seemed to imply that she was conferring an enormous favour onPatty by showing them. 

They were rather large centrepieces, all of the same pattern, which wasstamped, but not embroidered. 

"There's a lot of work on those, " remarked Patty. 

"Oh, you _are_ green!" said the woman. She jerked out another similarcentrepiece, on which a small section, perhaps one-eighth of the whole, was worked in silks. 

"This is what you're to do, " she explained, in a tired, cross voice. "Youwork this corner, and that's all. "

"Who works the rest?" asked Patty, amazed at this plan. 

"Why, the buyer. We sell these to the shops; they sell them to people whouse this finished corner as a guide to do the rest of the piece. Can'tyou understand?"

"Yes, I can, now that you explain it, " returned Patty. "Then if I take adozen, I'm to work just that little corner on each one; is that it?"

"That's it, " said the woman, wearily, as if she were making theexplanation for the thousandth time, --as she probably was. 

"You can take this as a guide for yourself, " she went on, a little morekindly, "and here's the silks. Did you say a dozen?"

"Wait a minute, " said Patty; "how much do you pay?"

"Five dollars. "

"Apiece, I suppose. Yes, I'll take a dozen. " The woman gave a hard littlelaugh. 

"Five dollars apiece!" she said. "Not much! We pay five dollars a dozen. "

"A dozen? Five dollars for all that work! Why, each of those corners isas much work as a whole doily. "

"Yes, just about; do you work fast?"

"Yes; pretty fast. "

Patty was doing some mental calculation. Three dozen of those piecesmeant an interminable lot of work. But it also meant fifteen dollars, andPatty's spirit was now fully roused. 

"I'll take three dozen, " she said, decidedly; "and I'll bring them back, finished, a week from to-day. "

"My, you must be a swift worker, " said the woman, in a disinterestedvoice. 

She was already sorting out silks, as with a practised hand, and makingall into a parcel. 

Patty was about to offer her a visiting card, as she assumed she mustgive her address, when the woman said:

"Eighteen dollars, please. "

"What?" said Patty. "What for?"

"Security. You don't suppose we let everybody walk off with ourmaterials, and never come back, do you?"

"Do you doubt my honesty?" said Patty, haughtily. 

"Don't doubt anybody's honesty, " was the reply. "Some folks don't haveany to doubt. But it's the rule of the house. Six dollars a dozen is thedeposit price for that pattern. "

"But eighteen dollars is more than you're going to pay me for the work, "said Patty. 

"Yes, " said the woman, "but can't you understand? This is a deposit toprotect ourselves if you never return, or if you spoil the work. If youbring it back in satisfactory condition, at the appointed time, we returnyour deposit, and pay you the price agreed upon for the work. "

"Oh, I see, " said Patty, taking out her purse. "And it does seem fair. But isn't it hard for poor girls to put up that deposit?"

"Yes, it is. " The woman's face softened a little. "But they get itback, --if they do the work right. "

"And suppose I bring it back unfinished, or only part done?"

"If what you do is done right, you'll get paid. And if the pieces youdon't do are unsoiled and in good condition, we redeem them. But if youcare for steady work here, you'd better not take more'n you canaccomplish. "

"Thank you, " said Patty, slowly. "I'll keep the three dozen. Good-morning. "

"Good-day, " said the woman, curtly, and turned away with a tired sigh. 

Patty went out to the street, and found Miller looking exceedinglyanxious about the prolonged absence of his young mistress. 

A look of relief overspread his face as she appeared, and when she gotinto the car and said: "Home, Miller, " he started with an air of decidedsatisfaction. 

CHAPTER VIII

EMBROIDERED BLOSSOMS

It was after twelve o'clock when Patty reached home, and she found Nan, with her wraps on, rather anxiously awaiting her. 

"Patty! Wherever have you been all this time?" she cried, as Patty camein with her big bundle. 

"Laying the foundations of my great career; and, oh, Nan, it was prettyawful! I'm in for it, I can tell you!"

"What a goose you are!" But Nan smiled affectionately at the rosy, excited face of her stepdaughter. 

"Well, I'm going out on a short errand, Patty. I'll be home to luncheonat one, and then you must tell me all about it. "

Patty ran up to her own room, and, flinging off her hat and coat, satdown to open her bundle of work. 

It was appalling. The portion to be embroidered looked larger than it haddone in the shop, and the pattern was one of the most intricate andelaborate she had ever seen. 

"Thank goodness, they're all alike, " thought poor Patty. "After I do one, the others will be easier. "

She flew for her embroidery hoops and work-basket, and began at once onone of the centrepieces. 

The pattern was a floral design, tied with bow-knots and interlaced witha conventional lattice-work. The shading of the blossoms was complicated, and showed many shades of each colour. The bow-knots were of a solidcolour, but required close, fine stitches of a tedious nature, while thelattice-work part seemed to present an interminable task. 

Patty was a skilful embroiderer, and realised at her first glance thatshe had a fearful amount of work before her. 

But as yet she was undismayed, and cheerfully started in on the flowers. 

She selected the right silks, cut the skeins neatly, and put them inthread papers. 

"For, " she thought, "if I allow my silks to get tangled or mixed up, itwill delay me, of course. "

At one o'clock, Nan came to her room. 

"Didn't you hear the luncheon gong?" she said. 

"No, " replied Patty, looking up. "Is it one o'clock already?"

"For goodness', gracious' sake, Patty! What _are_ you doing? Is _that_your 'occupation'?"

"Yes, " said Patty, proudly displaying a wild rose, beautifully worked, and carefully tinted. "Don't I do it nicely?"

"Indeed you do! Your embroidery is always exquisite. But are you going towork that whole centrepiece?"

"No, only a section, --see, just this much. "

Patty indicated the portion she was to work, but she didn't say that shehad thirty-five more, carefully laid away in a box, to do within theweek. 

"Well, " agreed Nan, "that's not such a terrific task. But will they giveyou fifteen dollars for that piece?"

"No, " said Patty, smiling a little grimly; "but there are others. "

"Oho! A lot of them! A dozen, I suppose. They always give out work bydozens. Well, girlie, I don't want to be discouraging, but you can't do adozen in a week. Come on down to luncheon. "

At the table, Patty gave Nan a graphic description of her morning'sexperiences. 

Though more or less shocked at the whole performance, Nan couldn't helplaughing at Patty's dramatic recital, and the way in which she mimickedthe various people. 

"And yet, Nan, " she said, "it's really pathetic; they all seemed so busyand so tired. The woman who gave me the work was like a machine, --as ifshe just fed out centrepieces to people who came for them. I'm sure shehasn't smiled for fourteen years. The only gay one in the place was thered-headed boy; and he talked such fearful slang it cured me of everusing it again! Father will be glad of that, anyway. Hereafter I shallconverse in Henry James diction. Why, Nan, he said, 'Pipe de guy wit' degoggles'!"

"What did he mean?" asked Nan, puzzled. 

"Oh, he meant, 'observe the gentleman wearing spectacles. '"

"How did you know?"

"Intuition, I suppose. And then, he pointed to the man in question. "

"Patty, you'll get more slangy still, if you go among such people. "

"No, I won't. There's no cure like an awful example. Watch the eleganceof my conversation from now on. And besides, Nan, you mustn't act as if Iassociated with them socially. I assure you I was quite the haughty lady. But that slangy boy was an angel unawares. I'd probably be there yet butfor his kindly aid. "

"Well, I suppose you'll have to carry this absurd scheme through. And, Patty, I'll help you in any way I can. Don't you want me to wind silks, or something?"

"No, ducky stepmother of mine. The only way you can help is to head offcallers. I can do the work if I can keep at it. But if the girls comebothering round, I'll never get it done. Now, this afternoon, I want todo a lot, so if any one asks for me, won't you gently but firmly refuseto let them see me? Make yourself so entertaining that they'll forget myexistence. "

"I'll try, " said Nan, dubiously; "but if it's Elise or Clementine, they'll insist on seeing you. "

"Let 'em insist. Tell 'em I have a sick headache, --for I feel sure Ishall before the afternoon's over. "

"Now, Patty, I won't have that sort of thing! You may work an hour or so, then you must rest, or go for a drive, or chat with the girls, orsomething. "

"I will, other days, Nan. But to-day I want to put in the solid afternoonworking, so I'll know how much I can accomplish. "

"Have you really a dozen of those things to do, Patty?"

"Yes, I have. " Patty didn't dare say she had three dozen. "And if I dowell this afternoon, I can calculate how long the work will take. Oh, Nan, I do want to succeed. It isn't only the work, you know, it's theprinciple. I hate to be baffled; and I _won't_ be!"

A stubborn look came into Patty's pretty eyes, --a look which Nan knewwell. A look which meant that the indomitable will might be broken butnot bent, and that Patty would persevere in her chosen course until sheconquered or was herself defeated. 

So, after luncheon, she returned to her task, a little less certain ofsuccess than she had been, but no less persevering. 

The work was agreeable to her. She loved to embroider, and the daintydesign and exquisite colouring appealed to her æsthetic sense. 

Had it been only one centrepiece, and had she not felt hurried, it wouldhave been a happy outlook. 

But as she carefully matched the shades of silk to the sample piece, shefound that it took a great deal of time to get the tints exactly right. 

"But that's only for the first one, " she thought hopefully; "for all theothers, I shall know just which silks to use. I'll lay them in order, sothere'll be no doubt about it. "

Her habits of method and system stood her in good stead now, and herskeins, carefully marked, were laid in order on her little work-table. 

But though her fingers fairly flew, the pattern progressed slowly. Sheeven allowed herself to leave long stitches on the wrong side, --a thingshe never did in her own embroidery. She tried to do all the petals ofone tint at once, to avoid delay of changing the silks. She used everyeffort to make "her head save her hands, " but the result was that bothhead and hands became heated and nervous. 

"This won't do, " she said to herself, as the silk frazzled between hertrembling fingers. "If I get nervous, I'll never accomplish anything!"

She forced herself to be calm, and to move more slowly, but the mentalstrain of hurry, and the physical strain of eyes and muscles, made herjerky, and the stitches began to be less true and correct. 

"I'll be sensible, " she thought; "I'll take ten minutes off and relax. "

She went downstairs, singing, and trying to assume a careless demeanour. 

Going into Nan's sitting-room, she said:

"Work's going on finely. I came down for a glass of water, and to rest aminute. Any one been here?"

"No, " said Nan, pleasantly, pretending not to notice Patty's flushedcheeks and tired eyes. Really, she had several times stolen on tiptoe toPatty's door, and anxiously looked at her bending over her work. ButPatty didn't know this, and wise Nan concluded the time to speak was notyet. 

"No, no one came in to disturb you, which is fortunate. You're sensible, dear, to rest a bit. Jane will bring you some water. Polly want acracker?"

"No, thank you; I'm not hungry. Nan, that's awfully fine work. "

"Yes, I know it, Patsy. But remember, you don't _have_ to do it. Give thething a fair trial, and if it doesn't go easily, give it up and trysomething else. "

"It goes easily enough; it isn't that. But you know yourself, you can'tdo really good embroidery if you do it too rapidly. "

"'Deed you can't! But you do such wonderfully perfect work, that I shouldthink you could afford to slight it a little, and still have it betterthan other people's. "

"Nan, you're such a comfort!" cried Patty, jumping up to embrace herstepmother. "You always say just the very right thing. Now, I'm goingback to work. I feel all rested now, and I'm sure I can finish a lotto-day. Why, Nan Fairfield! for goodness' sake! Is it really fouro'clock?"

Patty had just noticed the time, and was aghast! Two solid hours she hadworked, and only a small portion of one piece was done! She hadn'tdreamed the time had flown so, and thought it about three o'clock. 

Slightly disheartened at this discovery, she went back to work. At first, the silks went smoothly enough, then hurry and close application broughton the fidgets again. 

Before five o'clock, she had to turn on the electric lights, and then, toher dismay, the tints of the silks changed, and she couldn't tell yellowfrom pink; or green from gray. 

"Well, " she thought, "I'll work the bow-knots. They're of one solidcolour, and it's straight sailing. "

Straight sailing it was, --but very tedious. An untrue stitch spoiled thesmooth continuance of the embroidery that was to represent tied ribbonbows. An untrue stitch--and she made several--had to be picked out anddone over, and this often meant frayed silk, or an unsightly needle holein the linen. 

Long before Patty thought it was time, the dressing-gong for dinnersounded. 

She jumped, greatly surprised at the flight of time, but also relieved, that now she _must_ lay aside her work. She longed to throw herself downon her couch and rest, but there was no time for that. 

However, after she bathed and dressed, she felt refreshed, and it was abright, merry-faced Patty who danced downstairs to greet her father. 

If he thought her cheeks unusually pink, or her eyes nervously bright, hemade no allusion to it. 

"Well, Puss, how goes the 'occupation'?" he said, patting her shoulder. 

"It's progressing, father, " she replied, "but if you'd just as leave, wewon't talk about it to-night. I'll tell you all about it, after I finishit. "

"All right, Pattykins; we business people never like to 'talk shop. '"

And then Mr. Fairfield, who had been somewhat enlightened by Nan as tohow matters stood, chatted gaily of other things, and Patty forgot hertroublesome work, and was quite her own gay, saucy self again. 

Kenneth dropped in in the evening, to bring a song which he had promisedPatty. They tried it over together, and then Patty said:

"Would you mind, Ken, if I ask you not to stay any longer, to-night? I'vesomething I want to do, and----"

"Mind? Of course not. I rather fancy we're good enough friends not tomisunderstand each other. If you'll let me come and make up my time someother night, I'll skip out now, so quick you can't see me fly!"

"All right, " said Patty, smiling at his hearty, chummy manner. "I do wishyou would. I'm not often busy, as you know. "

"'Course I know it. Good-night, lady, I'm going to leave you now, " andwith a hearty handshake and a merry smile, Kenneth went away, and Pattywent to her own room. 

"I can work on that bow-knot part, to-night, " she said to herself; "andthen to-morrow, I'll get up early and do the rest of the flowers beforebreakfast. "

Her task had begun to look hopeless, but she was not yet ready to admitit, and she assured herself that, of course, the others would go muchmore rapidly than the first. 

She took down her hair and braided it into a long pigtail; then she puton a comfortable kimono and sat down to work. 

She stitched, and she stitched, and she stitched, at the monotonous overand over bow-knots. Doggedly she kept on, though her shoulders ached, hereyes smarted, and her fingers trembled. 

With a kind of whimsical pathos, she repeated to herself Hood's "Song ofthe Shirt, " and said, under her breath, "'Stitch, stitch, stitch, tillthe cock is crowing aloof, ' or whatever it is!"

Then she saw by her watch that it was eleven o'clock. 

"I'll just finish this bow, " she thought, "and then, I'll stop. "

But before the bow was finished, there was a tap at her door. 

"Who's there?" said Patty, in a voice which carried no invitation toenter. 

"It's us, " said Nan, firmly, if ungrammatically, "and we're coming in!"

Mr. And Mrs. Fairfield entered, and Patty, trying to make the best of it, looked up and smiled. 

"How do you do?" she said. "Take seats, won't you? I'm just amusingmyself, you see. "

But the tired voice had a quiver in it, for all at once Patty saw thatshe had failed. She had worked hard all the afternoon and evening, andhad not finished one of her thirty-six pieces! It was this discovery thatupset her, rather than the unexpected visit from her parents. 

"Girlie, this won't do, " began her father, in his kindest tones. 

"I know it!" cried Patty, throwing down her work, and flinging herselfinto her father's arms. "I can't do it, daddy, I can't! I haven't doneone yet, and I never can do thirty-six!"

"Thirty-six!" exclaimed Nan. "Patty, are you crazy?"

"I think I must have been, " said Patty, laughing a little hysterically, as she took the great pile of centrepieces from a wardrobe, and threwthem into Nan's lap. 

"But, --but you said a dozen!" said Nan, bewildered. 

"Oh, no, I didn't, " returned Patty. "_You_ said, did I bring a dozen, andI said yes. Also, I brought two dozen more. "

"To do in a week!" said Nan, in an awe struck voice. 

"Yes, to do in a week!" said Patty, mimicking Nan's tones; and then theyboth laughed. 

But Mr. Fairfield didn't laugh. His limited knowledge of embroidery madehim ignorant of how much work "three dozen" might mean, but he knew theeffect it had already had on Patty, and he knew it was time to interfere. 

"My child----" he began, but Patty interrupted him. 

"Don't waste words, daddy, dear, " she said. "It's all over. I've triedand failed; but remember, this is only my first attempt. "

The fact that she realised her failure was in a way a relief, for thestrain of effort was over, and she could now see the absurdity of thetask she had undertaken. 

She had reached what some one has called "the peace of defeat, " and herspirits reacted as after an escape from peril. 

"I must have been crazy, Nan, " she said, sitting down beside her on thecouch. "Just think; I've worked about six hours, and I've done about halfof one piece. And I brought thirty-six!"

This statement of the case gave Mr. Fairfield a clearer idea, and helaughed, too. 

"No, Patty; I think I need say nothing more. I see you know when you'rebeaten, and I fancy you won't touch needle to that pile of work again! Ihope you can settle matters with your 'employer'; if not, I'll help youout. But I want to congratulate you on your pluck and perseverance, evenif, --well, even if they were----"

"Crazy, " supplemented Patty. 

CHAPTER IX

SLIPS AND SLEEVES

The next morning Nan went with Patty to take the centrepieces back to theembroidery company. 

"I shall really like to see that woman, " said Nan, as they reached theshop. 

"I'm sorry for her, " said Patty; "she's so pathetically weary andhopeless-looking. "

So she was, and when Nan saw her, she felt sorry for her, too. 

"Couldn't work as fast as you thought?" she said to Patty, not unkindly, but with the hard smile that seemed to be permanently fastened to herface. 

"No, I couldn't, " confessed Patty. "I only worked part of one piece. I'vebrought all the rest back, in good order, and I want you to redeem them. "

In her mechanical way, the woman took the untouched centrepieces, lookedat them critically, and laid them aside. Then she took up the piece Pattyhad worked on. 

"I'll have to deduct for this, " she said; "a dollar and a half. "

"What do you mean?" asked Nan, angry at what she considered grossinjustice. "Miss Fairfield does not ask payment; she is giving you allthat work. "

"She has spoiled this piece for our use. She works nicely enough, but notwo people work exactly alike, so no one else could now take this andcomplete the corner. So, you see the piece is valueless, and we mustcharge for it. Moreover, I should have to deduct fifty cents if it hadbeen finished, because long stitches show on the wrong side. "

"And you don't allow that?" said Nan. 

"Never. We deduct for that, or for soiling the work, or for using wrongcolours. "

"Well, " said Patty, "return me as much of my deposit as is due me, andwe'll consider the incident closed. "

Stolidly, the woman opened a drawer, counted out sixteen dollars and ahalf, and gave it to Patty, who said good-day, and stalked out of theshop. 

Nan followed, and when they were seated in the motor-car, both broke intopeals of laughter. 

"Oh, Patty, " cried Nan, "what a financier you are! You nearly killedyourself working yesterday, and now you've paid a dollar and a half forthe privilege!"

"Pooh!" said Patty. "Nothing of the sort. I paid a dollar and a half forsome valuable experience, and I think I got it cheap enough!"

"Yes, I suppose you did. Well, what are you going to do next? For I knowyou well enough to know you're not going to give up your schemeentirely. "

"Indeed I'm not! But to-day I'm going to frivol. I worked hard enoughyesterday to deserve a rest, and I'm going to take it. Come on, let's gosomewhere nice to luncheon, and then go to a matinée; it's Wednesday. "

"Very well; I think you do need recreation. I'll take you to Cherry's forluncheon, and then we'll go to see a comic opera, or some light comedy. "

"You're a great comfort, Nan, " said Patty. "You always do just the rightthing. But you needn't think you can divert my mind to the extent ofmaking me give up this plan of mine. For I won't do that. "

"I know you won't. But next time do try something easier. "

"I shall. I've already made up my mind what it's to be; and truly, it'sdead easy. "

"I thought your red-headed friend cured you of using slang, " said Nan, smiling. 

"I thought so, too, " said Patty, with an air of innocent surprise. "Isn'tit queer how one can be mistaken?"

True to her determination, Patty started out again the following morningto get an "occupation, " as they all termed it. 

Again Miller was amazed at the address given him, but he said nothing, and proceeded to drive Patty to it. 

It was even less attractive than the former shop, being nothing more orless than an establishment where "white work" was given out. 

"How many?" asked the woman in charge, and, profiting by past experience, Patty said:

"One dozen. "

The woman took her name and address, in a quick, business-like way. 

"One dollar a dozen, " she said. "Must be returned within the week. Deductions made for all imperfections. "

She handed Patty a large bundle done up in newspaper, and, with flamingcheeks, Patty walked out of the shop. 

"Home, Miller, " she said, and though the man was too well trained to looksurprised, he couldn't keep an expression of astonishment out of his eyeswhen he saw Patty's burden. 

On the way home she opened the parcel. 

There were in it twelve infants' slips, of rather coarse muslin. Theywere cut out, but not basted. 

Patty looked a little doubtful, then she thought:

"Oh, pshaw! It's very different from that fine embroidery. I can swishthese through the sewing-machine in no time at all. "

Reaching home, she threw the lap-robe over her bundle, and hurried intothe house with it. 

"Patty, " called Nan, as she whisked upstairs to her own room, "come here, won't you?"

"Yes, in a minute, " Patty called back, flying on upstairs, and depositingthe bundle in a wardrobe. 

She locked the door, and hid the key, then went demurely downstairs. 

"Occupation all right?" asked Nan, smiling. 

"Yes, " said Patty, jauntily. "Good work this time; not so fine andfussy. "

"Well; I only wanted to tell you that Elise telephoned, and wants you togo to a concert with her this afternoon. I forget where it is; she saidfor you to call her up as soon as you came home. "

"All right, I will, " said Patty, and she went to the telephone at once. 

"It's a lovely concert, Nan, " she said, as she returned. "Jigamarigski isgoing to sing, and afterward I'm to go home with Elise to dinner, andthey'll bring me home. What shall I wear?"

"Wear your light green cloth suit, and your furs, " said Nan, after amoment's consideration. "And your big white beaver hat. It's too dressyan affair for your black hat. "

Apparently the "occupation" was forgotten, for during luncheon time, Patty chatted about the concert and other matters, and at two o'clock shewent away. 

"You look lovely, " said Nan, as, in her pretty cloth suit, and white hatand furs, Patty came to say good-by. 

The concert proved most enjoyable. Dinner at the Farringtons' was equallyso, and when Patty reached home at about nine o'clock, she had much totell Nan and her father, who were always glad to hear of her socialpleasures. 

"And the occupation?" asked Mr. Fairfield. "How is it progressing?"

"Nicely, thank you, " returned Patty. "I've picked an easy one this time. One has to learn, you know. "

Smiling, she went to her room that night, determined to attack the worknext morning and hurry it through. 

But next morning came a note from Clementine, asking Patty to go to thephotographer's with her at ten, and as Patty had promised to do this whencalled on, she didn't like to refuse. 

"And, anyway, " she thought, "a week is a week. Whatever day I begin thisnew work, I shall have a week from that day to earn the fifteen dollarsin. "

Then, that afternoon was so fine, she went for a motor-ride with Nan. 

And the next day, some guests came to luncheon, and naturally, Pattycouldn't absent herself without explanation. 

And then came Sunday. And so it was Monday morning before Patty began hernew work. 

"Excuse me to any one who comes, Nan, " she said, as she left thebreakfast table. "I have to work to-day, and I mustn't be interrupted. "

"Very well, " said Nan. "I think, myself, it's time you began, if you'regoing to accomplish anything. "

Armed with her pile of work, and her basket of sewing materials, Pattywent up to the fourth floor, where a small room was set apart as asewing-room. It was rarely used, save by the maids, for Nan was not fondof sewing; but there was a good sewing-machine there, and ample light andspace. 

Full of enthusiasm, Patty seated herself at the sewing-machine, andpicked up the cut-out work. 

"I'll be very systematic, " she thought. "I'll do all the side seamsfirst; then all the hems; then I'll stitch up all the little sleeves atonce. "

The plan worked well. The simple little garments had but two seams, andsetting the machine stitch rather long, Patty whizzed the little whiteslips through, one after the other, singing in time to her treadle. 

"Oh, it's too easy!" she thought, as in a short time the twenty-fourseams were neatly stitched. 

"Now, for the hems. "

These were a little more troublesome, as they had to be folded andbasted; but still, it was an easy task, and Patty worked away like a busybee. 

"Now for the babykins' sleeves, " she said, but just then the luncheongong sounded. 

"Not really!" cried Patty, aloud, as she glanced at her watch. 

But in very truth it was one o'clock, and it was a thoughtful Patty whowalked slowly downstairs. 

"Nan, " she exclaimed, "the trouble with an occupation is, that there'snot time enough in a day, or a half-day, to do anything. "

Nan nodded her head sagaciously. 

"I've always noticed that, " she said. "It's only when you're playing, that there's any time. If you try to work, there's no time at all. "

"Not a bit!" echoed Patty, "and what there is, glides through yourfingers before you know it. "

She hurried through her luncheon, and returned to the sewing-room. Shewas not tired, but there was a great deal yet to do. 

The tiny sleeves she put through the machine, one after another, untilshe had twenty-four in a long chain, linked by a single stitch. 

"Oh, method and system accomplish wonders, " she thought, as she snippedthe sleeves apart, and rapidly folded hems round the little wrists. 

But even with method and system, twenty-four is a large number, and asPatty turned the last hem, twilight fell, and she turned on the lights. 

"Goodness, gracious!" she thought. "I've yet all these sleeves to set, and stitch in, and the fronts to finish off; and a buttonhole to work ineach neckband. "

But it was only half-past four, and by half-past six they were allfinished but the buttonholes. 

And Patty was nearly finished, too!

She had not realised how physically tired she was. Running thesewing-machine all day was an unusual exertion, and when she reached herown room, with her arms full of the little white garments, she threw themon the bed, and threw herself on the couch, weary in every bone andmuscle. 

"Well, what luck?" said Nan, appearing at Patty's doorway, herself alldressed for dinner. 

"Oh, Nan, " cried Patty, laughing, "me legs is broke; and me arms isbroke; and me back is broke. But I'm not nervous or worried, and I'mgoing to win out this time! But, Nan, I just _can't_ go down to dinner. Send Jane up with a tray, --there's a dear. And tell father I'm all right, but I don't care to mingle in society to-night. "

"Well, I'm glad you're in good spirits, " said Nan, half annoyed, halflaughing, as she saw the pile of white work on the bed. 

"Run along, Nan, there's a good lady, " said Patty, jumping up, and urgingNan out the door. "Skippy-skip, before father comes up to learn thelatest news from the seat of war. Tell him everything is all right, andI'm earning my living with neatness and despatch, only working girlssimply can't get into chiffons and dine with the 'quality. '"

Reassured by Patty's gay air, Nan went downstairs, laughing, and told herhusband that she believed Patty would yet accomplish her project. 

"These experiences will do her no harm, " said Mr. Fairfield, afterhearing Nan's story. "So long as she doesn't get nervous or mentallyupset, we'll let her go on with her experiment. She's a peculiar nature, and has a wonderful amount of will-power for one so young. "

"I've always heard you were called stubborn, " said Nan, smiling, "thoughI've never seen it specially exemplified in your case. "

"One doesn't need to be stubborn with such an angelic disposition asyours in the house, " he returned, and Nan smiled happily, for she knewthe words were lovingly in earnest. 

Meantime, Patty was sitting luxuriously in a big easy-chair, eating herdinner from the tray Jane had brought her. 

"This is rather fun, " she thought; "and my, but running a sewing-machinedoes give one an appetite! I could eat two trays-full, I verily believe. Thank goodness, I've no more stitching to do. "

Having despatched her dinner, perhaps a trifle hastily, Patty reluctantlyleft her big easy-chair for a small rocker by the drop-light. 

She wearily picked up a little gown, cut a buttonhole at the throat, andproceeded to work it. As she was so skilful at embroidery, of course thiswas easy work; but Patty was tired, and her fingers almost refused topush the needle through the cloth. About ten o'clock Nan came upstairs. 

Patty was just sewing on the last button, the buttonholes being all done. 

This fact made her jubilant. 

"Nan!" she cried; "what _do_ you think! I've made a whole dozen of thesebaby-slips to-day!"

"Patty! You don't mean it! Why, my dear child, how could you?"

"On the machine. And they're done neatly, aren't they?"

"Yes, they are, indeed. But Patty----"

"What?"

"I hate to tell you, --but----"

"Oh, what is it, Nan? Is the material wrong side out?"

"No, you goosie, there's no right or wrong side to cotton cloth, but----"

"Well, tell me!"

"Every one of these little sleeves is made upside down!"

"Oh, Nan! It can't be!"

"Yes, they are, dearie. See, this wider part should have been at thetop. "

"Oh, Nan, what shall I do? I thought they were sort of flowing sleeves, you know. Kimono-shaped ones, I mean. "

"No; they're set wrong. Oh, Patty, why didn't you let me help you? Butyou told me to keep away. "

"Yes, I know I did. Now, I've spoiled the whole dozen! I like them justas well that way, myself, but I know they'll 'deduct' for it. "

"Patty, I don't think you ought to do 'white work' anyway. How much arethey going to pay you?"

"A dollar a dozen. "

"And you've done a dozen in a day. That won't bring you fifteen dollarsin a week. "

"Well, I thought the second dozen would go faster, and it probably will. And, of course, I shan't make that mistake with the sleeves again. Truly, Nan, it's a heap easier than embroidery. "

"Well, don't worry over it to-night, " said Nan, kissing her. "Take a hotbath and hop into bed. Perhaps you have found the right work after all. "

Nan didn't really think she had, but Patty had begun to look worried, andNan feared she wouldn't be able to sleep. 

But sleep she did, from sheer physical exhaustion. 

And woke next morning, almost unable to move! Every muscle in her bodywas lame from her strenuous machine work. She couldn't rise from her bed, and could scarcely raise her head from the pillow. 

When Catherine, Nan's maid, came to her room, Patty said, faintly:

"Ask Mrs. Fairfield to come up, please. "

Nan came, and Patty looked at her comically, as she said:

"Nan, I'm vanquished, but not subdued. I'm just one mass of lameness andache, but if you think I've given up my plan, you're greatly mistaken. However, I'm through with 'white work, ' and I've sewed my last sew on amachine. "

"Why, Patty girl, you're really ill, " said Nan, sympathetically. 

"No, I'm not! I'm perfectly well. Just a trifle lame from over-exerciseyesterday. I'll stay in bed to-day, and Nan, dear, if you love me, takethose slips back to the kind lady who let me have them to play with. Makeher pay you a dollar for the dozen, and don't let her deduct more than adollar for the upside-downness of the sleeves. Tell her they're prettierthat way, anyway. And, Catharine, do please rub me with some healinglotion or something, --for I'm as lame as a jelly-fish!"

"Patty, " said Nan, solemnly, "the occasion requires strong language. So Iwill remark in all seriousness, that, you do beat all!"

CHAPTER X

THE CLEVER GOLDFISH

FINANCIALLY, Patty came out just even on her 'white work, ' for though thewoman paid Nan the dollar for the dozen finished garments, she deductedthe same amount for the wrongly placed sleeves. 

She also grumbled at the long machine stitch Patty had used, but Nan'spatience was exhausted, and giving the woman a calm stare, she walked outof the shop. 

"It's perfectly awful, " she said to Patty, when relating her adventure, "to think of the poor girls who are really trying to earn their living bywhite work. It's all very well for you, who are only experimenting, butsuppose a real worker gets all her pay deducted!"

"There's hardly enough pay to pay for deducting it, anyway, " said Patty. "Oh, Nan, it is dreadful! I suppose lots of poor girls who feel as tiredand lame as I do this morning, have to go straight back to theirsewing-machine and run it all day. "

"Of course they do; and often they're of delicate constitutions, andinsufficiently nourished. "

"It makes me feel awful. Things are unevenly divided in this world, aren't they, Nan?"

"They are, my dear; but as that problem has baffled wiser heads thanyours, it's useless for you to worry over it. You can't reform theworld. "

"No; and I don't intend to try. But I can do something to help. I know Ican. That's where people show their lack of a sense of proportion. I knowI can't do anything for the world, as a world, but if I can help in a fewindividual cases, that will be my share. For instance, if I can help thisChristine Farley to an art education, and so to a successful career, whythat's so much to the good. And though father has set me a hard task tobring it about, I'm going to do it yet. "

"Your father wouldn't have set you such a task if you hadn't declared itwas no task at all! You said you could earn your living easily in a dozendifferent ways. Already you've discarded two. "

"That leaves me ten!" said Patty, airily. "Ten ways of earning a livingis a fair show. I can discard nine more and still have a chance. "

"All right, Patsy. I'm glad you're not disheartened. And I suppose youare learning something of the conditions of our social economy. "

"Gracious, Nan! How you _do_ talk! Are you quite sure you know what youmean?"

"No, but I thought you would, " said Nan, and with that parting shot, sheleft the room. 

It was late in the afternoon before Patty dawdled downstairs. 

Her shoulders and the back of her neck still ached, but otherwise shefelt all right again, and her spirits had risen proportionately. 

About four o'clock Kenneth called, bringing a mysterious burden, which hecarried with great care. 

He knew of Patty's scheme, and though he appreciated the nobility of herendeavour, he could not feel very sanguine hopes of her success. 

"You're not cut out for a wage-earner, Patty, " he had said to her; "it'slike a butterfly making bread. "

"But I don't want to be a butterfly, " Patty had pouted. 

"Oh, I don't mean butterfly, --as so many people do, --to represent afrivolous, useless person. I have a great respect for butterflies, myself. And you radiate the same effect of joy, happiness, gladness, andbeauty, as a butterfly does when hovering around in the golden sunshineof a summer day. "

"Why, Ken, I didn't know you were a poet. But you haven't proved yourcase. "

"Yes, I have. It's your mission in life to be happy, and so to makeothers happy. This you can do without definite effort, so stick to yourcalling, and let the more prosaic people, the plodders, --earn wages. "

"Let me earn the wages of my country, and I care not who makes it smile, "Patty had rejoined, and there the subject had dropped. 

To-day, when he arrived, carrying what was evidently something fragile, Patty greeted him gaily. 

"I'm not working to-day, " she said; "so you can stay 'most an hour if youlike. "

"Well, I will; and if you'll wait till I set down this precious burden, I'll shake hands with you. I come, like the Greeks, bearing gifts. "

"A gift? Oh, what is it? I'm crazy to see it. "

"Well, it's a gift; but, incidentally, it's a plan for wage-earning. Ifyou really want to wage-earn, you may as well do it in an interestingway. "

"Yes, " said Patty, demurely, for she well knew he was up to some sort offoolery. "My attempts so far, though absorbing, were not reallyinteresting. "

"Well, this is!" declared Kenneth, who was carefully taking the tissuepapers from his gift, which proved to be a glass globe, containing twogoldfish. 

"They are Darby and Juliet, " he remarked, as he looked anxiously into thebowl. "I am so tired of hackneyed pairs of names, that I've varied these. But, won't you send for some more water? I had to bring them with only alittle, for fear I'd spill it, and they seem to have drunk it nearly allup. "

"Nonsense! they don't drink the water; they only swim in it. "

"That's the trouble. There isn't enough for them to swim in. And yetthere's too much for them to drink. "

Patty rang for Jane, who then brought them a pitcher of ice water. 

Kenneth poured it in, but at the sudden cold deluge, Darby and Julietbegan to behave in an extraordinary manner. They flew madly round andround the bowl, hitting each other, and breathing in gasps. 

"The water's too cold, " cried Patty. 

"Of course it is, " said Kenneth; "get some hot water, won't you?"

Patty ran herself for the hot water, and returned with a pitcher full. 

"Don't you want a little mustard?" she said, giggling. "I know they'vetaken cold. A hot mustard foot-bath is fine for colds. "

"And that is very odd, because they haven't any feet, " quoted Kenneth, ashe poured the hot water in very slowly. 

"Do you want a bath thermometer?" went on Patty. 

"No; when they stop wriggling it's warm enough. There, now they're allright. "

Kenneth set down the hot water pitcher and looked with pride on the twofish, who had certainly stopped wriggling. 

"They're awful quiet, " said Patty. "Are you sure they're all right? Ithink you've boiled them. "

"Nothing of the sort. They like warmth, only it makes them sort of----"

"Dormant, " suggested Patty. 

"Yes, clever child, dormant. And now while they sleep, I'll tell you myplan. You see, these are extra intelligent goldfish, --especially Juliet, the one with a black spot on her shoulder. Well, you've only to trainthem a bit, and then give exhibitions of your trained goldfish! You've noidea what a hit it will make. "

"Kenneth, you're a genius!" cried Patty, meeting his fun halfway. "It'slots easier than white work. Come on, help me train them, won't you? Howdo we begin?"

"They're still sleepy, " said Kenneth, looking at the inert fish. "Theyneed stirring up. "

"I'll get a spoon, " said Patty, promptly. 

"No, just waggle the water with your finger. They'll come up. "

Patty waggled the water with her finger, but Darby only blinked at her, while Juliet flounced petulantly. 

"She's high-strung, " observed Kenneth, "and a trifle bad-tempered. Butshe won't stand scolding. Let's take her out and pet her a little. "

"How do you get her out? With a hook and line?"

"No, silly! You must be kind to them. Here, puss, puss, puss! Come, Jooly-ooly-et! Come!"

But Juliet haughtily ignored the invitation and huddled in the bottom ofthe bowl. 

"Try this, " said Patty, running to the dining-room, and returning with asilver fish server. 

This worked beautifully, and Kenneth scooped up Juliet, who lay quietlyon the broad silver blade, blinking at them reproachfully. 

"She's hungry, Ken; see how she opens and shuts her mouth. "

"No; she's trying to talk. I told you she was clever. I daresay you canteach her to sing. She looks just as you do when you take a high note. "

"You horrid boy! But she does, really. Anyway, let's feed them. What dothey eat?"

"I brought their food with me; it's some patent stuff, very welladvertised. Here, Julie!"

Gently slipping Juliet back into the water, Ken scattered some food onthe surface. 

Both fish rose to the occasion and greedily ate the floating particles. 

"That's the trouble, " said Ken. "They have no judgment. They overeat, andthen they die of apoplexy. And, too, if they eat too much, you can'ttrain them to stand on their tails and beg. "

"Oh, will they learn to do that? And what else can we teach them?"

"Oh, anything acrobatic; trapeze work and that. But they're sleepy now;you fed them too much for just an afternoon tea. Let's leave them totheir nap, and train them after they wake up. "

"All right; let's sit down and talk seriously. "

"Patty, you're always ready to talk seriously of late. That's why Ibrought you some Nonsense Fish, to lighten your mood a little. "

"Don't you worry about my mood, Ken; it's light enough. But I want you tohelp me earn my living for a week. Will you?"

"That I will not! I'll be no party to your foolishness. "

"Now, Ken, " went on Patty, for she knew his "bark was worse than hisbite, " "I don't want you to do anything much. But, in your law office, where you're studying, aren't there some papers I can copy, or somethinglike that?"

"Patty, you're a back number. That 'copying' that you mean is all out ofdate. In these days of typewriters and manifold thigamajigs, we lawyersdon't have much copying done by hand. Except, perhaps, engrossing. Canyou do that?"

"How prettily you say 'we lawyers, '" teased Patty. 

"Of course I do. I'm getting in practice against the time it'll be true. But if you really want to copy, buy a nice Spencerian Copy-book, and fillup its pages. It'll be about as valuable as any other work of the sort. "

"Ken, you're horrid. So unsympathetic. "

"I'm crool only to be kind! You must know, Patty, that copying is out ofthe question. "

"Well, never mind then; let's talk of something else. "

"'Let's sit upon the ground and tell strange stories of the death ofkings. '"

"Oh, Ken, that reminds me. You know my crystal ball?"

"I do indeed; I selected it with utmost care. "

"Yes, it's a gem. Perfectly flawless. Well, I'll get it, and see if wecan see things in it. "

Patty ran for her crystal, and returning to the library held it up to thefading sunlight, and tried to look into it. 

"That isn't the way, Patty; you have to lay it on black velvet, orsomething dark. "

"Oh, do you? Well, here's a dark mat on this table. Try that. "

They gazed intently into the ball, and though they could see nothing, Patty felt a weird sense of uncanniness. 

Ken laughed when she declared this, and said:

"Nothing in the world but suggestion. You think a Japanese crystal_ought_ to make you feel supernatural, and so you imagine it does. But itdoesn't any such nonsense. Now, I'll tell you why I like them. Onlybecause they're so flawlessly perfect. In shape, colour, texture, --if youcan call it texture, --but I mean material or substance. There isn't anattribute that they possess, except in perfection. That's a great thing, Patty; and you can't say it of anything else. "

"The stars, " said Patty, trying to look wise. 

"Oh, pshaw! I mean things made by man. "

"Great pictures, " she suggested. 

"Their perfection is a matter of opinion. One man deems a pictureperfect, another man does not. But a crystal ball is indubitablyperfect. "

"Indubitably is an awful big word, " said Patty. "I'm afraid of it. "

"Never mind, " said Kenneth, kindly, "I won't let it hurt you. "

Then the doorbell rang, and in a moment in came Elise and Roger. 

"Hello, Ken, " said Elise. "We came for Patty to go skating. Will you go, too?"

"I can't go to-day, " said Patty, "I'm too tired. And it's too late, anyway. You stay here, and we'll have tea. "

"All right, I don't care, " said Elise, taking off her furs. 

The quartette gathered round the library fire, and Jane brought in thetea things. 

Patty made tea very prettily, for she excelled in domestic accomplishments, and as she handed Kenneth his cup, she said, roguishly, "There's a perfectcup of tea, I can assure you. "

"Perfect tea, all right, " returned Ken, sipping it, "but a cup of teacan't be a perfect thing, as it hasn't complete symmetry of form. "

"What are you two talking about?" demanded Elise, who didn't want Ken andPatty to have secrets from which she was excluded. 

"Speaking of crystal balls, " said Patty, "I'll show you one, Elise; a bigone, too! Get Darby and Juliet, won't you please, Ken?"

Kenneth obligingly brought the glass globe in from the dining-room, wherethey had left the goldfish to be by themselves. 

"How jolly!" cried Elise. "And what lovely goldfish! These are the realJapanese ones, aren't they?"

"Yes, " said Patty, smiling at Ken. "Being Japanese, they're perfect oftheir kind. Make them stand on their tails and beg, Kenneth. "

"Oh, will they do that?" said Elise. 

"Only on Wednesdays and Saturdays, " said Kenneth, gravely. "And onFridays they sing. To-day is their rest day. "

"They look morbid, " said Roger. "Shall I jolly them up a bit?"

"Let's give them tea, " said Elise, tilting her spoon until a few dropsfell into the water. 

"You'll make them nervous, " warned Patty, "and Juliet is high-strung, anyway. "

Then Nan came in from her afternoon's round of calls, and then Mr. Fairfield arrived, and they too were called upon to make friends withDarby and Juliet. 

"Goldfish always make me think of a story about Whistler, " said Mr. Fairfield. "It seems, Whistler once had a room in a house in Florence, directly over a person who had some pet goldfish in a bowl. Everypleasant day the bowl was set out on the balcony, which was exactlybeneath Whistler's balcony. For days he resisted the temptation to fishfor them with a bent pin and a string; but at last he succumbed to hisangling instincts, and caught them all. Then, remorseful at what he haddone, he fried them to a fine golden brown, and returned them to theirowner on a platter. "

"Ugh!" cried Nan, "what a horrid story! Why do they always tackunpleasant stories on poor old Whistler? Now, I know a lovely story abouta goldfish, which I will relate. It is said to be the composition of asmall Boston schoolchild. 

 "'Oh, Robin, lovely goldfish! Who teached you how to fly? Who sticked the fur upon your breast? 'Twas God, 'twas God what done it. '

Isn't that lovely?"

"It is, indeed, " agreed Kenneth. "If that's Boston precocity, it's moreattractive than I thought. "

"But it doesn't rhyme, " said Elise. 

"No, " said Patty; "that's the beauty of it. It's blank verse, as thegreatest poetry often is. Don't go yet, Elise. Stay to dinner, can'tyou?"

"No, I can't stay to-night, Patty, dear. Will you go skating to-morrow?"

Patty hesitated. She wanted to go, but also she wanted to get at that"occupation" of hers, for she had a new one in view. 

She was about to say she would go skating, however, when she saw atwinkle in her father's eye that made her change her mind. 

"Can't, Elise, " she said. "I've an engagement to-morrow. Will telephoneyou some day when I can go. "

"Well, don't wait too long; the ice will be all gone. "

Then the young people went away, and Patty went thoughtfully upstairs toher room to dress for dinner. 

CHAPTER XI

A BUSY MORNING

The next morning, Patty came down to breakfast, wearing a plain streetcostume, a small, but very well made hat, and a look of determination. 

"Fresh start?" said her father, smiling kindly at her. 

"Yes, " she replied; "and this time I conquer. I see success alreadyperching on my banners. "

"Well, I don't then!" declared Nan. "I see you coming home, not with yourshield, but on it. "

"Now, don't be a wet blanket and throw cold water on my plans, " saidPatty, a little mixed in her metaphor, but smiling placidly at herstepmother. "This time it's really a most sensible undertaking that I'mgoing to undertake. "

"Sounds as if you were going into the undertaking business, " said herfather, "but I assume you don't mean that. "

"No, I go into a pleasanter atmosphere than that suggests, and one inwhich I feel sure I can accomplish good work. "

"Well, Patty, " said Mr. Fairfield, "it's lucky you're of a sanguinetemperament. I'm glad to see you're not disheartened by failure. "

"Not I! To me a failure only means a more vigorous attempt next time. Now, Nan, I shall be away all day, --until about five o'clock. Won't youplay with Darby and Juliet a little, so they won't get lonesome?"

"Oh, yes; I'll amuse them. But, Patty, where are you going?"

"Never mind, pretty stepmothery; don't ask questions, for they won't beanswered. If all goes well, I'll tell you on my return. "

Mr. Fairfield looked serious. 

"Patty, " he said, "you know you're not to do anything unbecoming orridiculous. Don't you go and sell goods behind a counter, or anythingextreme like that. "

"No, sir; I won't. I promise not to put myself in the public eye in anysuch fashion. And you may trust me, father, not to do anything of whichyou'd disapprove, if you knew all about it. "

"That's a good Patty-girl! Well, go ahead in your mad career, and if youkeep your part of the bargain, I'll keep mine. "

Patty started off, and this time she gave Miller an address not so faraway as before. When he brought the motor-car to a standstill, before afashionable millinery shop, he felt none of the surprise that he had whenhe took Patty to what he considered inappropriate places. 

"Now, Miller, " said Patty, as she got out of the car, "you are not towait for me, but I want you to return here for me at five o'clock. "

"Here, Miss Fairfield?"

"Yes; right here. Come exactly at five, and wait for me to come out. "

"Yes, Miss Fairfield, " said Miller, and Patty turned and entered theshop. 

"I'm 'most sorry I sent him away, " she thought to herself, "for I may notwant to stay. Well, I can go home in a street-car. "

Though Patty's costume was plain and inconspicuous, it bore so evidentlythe stamp of taste and refinement, that the saleswoman who met herassumed she had come to buy a hat. 

But it was early for fashionable ladies to be out shopping, so the rathersupercilious young woman greeted Patty with a cautious air of reserve. Itwas so different from the effusive manner usually shown to Nan and Pattywhen they really went shopping, that Patty was secretly much amused. Butas she was also secretly greatly embarrassed, it was with an uncertainair that she said:

"I am not shopping; I wish to see Madame Villard. "

"Madame is not here. What can I do for you?"

"I have come in answer to her advertisement for an assistant milliner. "

"Oh, " said the young woman, raising her eyebrows, and at once showing anair of haughty condescension. "You should have asked for the forewoman, not Madame. "

Patty's sense of humour got the better of her resentment, and it was withdifficulty she repressed a smile, as she answered:

"Indeed? Well, it is not yet too late to correct my error. Will you showme to the forewoman?"

Patty's inflections were not in the least sarcastic, in fact her wholemanner was gentle and gracious, but something in her tone, perhaps thenote of amusement, made the saleswoman look at her suddenly and sharply. 

But Patty's face was demure and showed only a desire to be conducted tothe right person. 

"Come this way, " said the young woman, shortly, and she led Patty, between some heavy curtains, to a back room. 

"This is our forewoman, Miss O'Flynn, " she said, as she ushered Pattyinto her presence. 

Miss O'Flynn was an important looking woman who took in every detail ofPatty's appearance in a series of careful and systematic glances. 

She seemed puzzled at what she saw, and said, inquiringly:

"Miss----?"

"Miss Fairfield, " said Patty, pleasantly, "and I have come in answer toyour advertisement. "

"For assistant milliner? You. "

Miss O'Flynn was surprised out of her usual calm by the amazingproposition of the young stranger. 

"Yes, " said Patty, quite calm herself. "I can trim hats very prettily. "

"Did you trim the one you have on?"

"Well, no, " admitted Patty. "I brought this from Paris. But I am sure Ican trim hats to suit you. May I try?"

"What experience have you had?"

"Well, --not any professional experience. You see, it is only recentlythat I have desired to earn my own living. "

"Oh, --sudden reverses, " murmured Miss O'Flynn, thinking she had solvedthe problem. "Well, my dear, you have evidently been brought up a lady, so it will be hard for you to find work. I am sorry to say I cannotemploy you, as I engage only skilled workwomen. "

"But trimming hats doesn't require professional skill, " said Patty. "Onlygood taste and a, --a sort of knack at bows and things. "

Miss O'Flynn laughed. 

"Everything requires professional skill, " she returned. "A course oftraining is necessary for any position. "

"But if you'd try me, " said Patty, quite unconscious that her tone waspleading. "Just give me a day's trial, and if I don't make good, youneedn't pay me anything. "

Miss O'Flynn was more puzzled than ever. Insistent though Patty was, itdidn't seem to her the insistence of a poor girl wanting to earn herbread; it was more like the determination of a wilful child to attain itsdesire. 

So, moved rather by curiosity to see how it would turn out, than a beliefin Patty's ability, she said, coldly:

"I will do as you ask. You may go to the workroom for to-day; but on theunderstanding that unless you show unusual skill or aptitude to learn, you are not to be paid anything, nor are you to come to-morrow. "

"All right, " said Patty, smiling jubilantly at having received heropportunity, at least. 

Miss O'Flynn took her to a workroom, where several girls were busilyengaged in various sorts of millinery work. 

"Sit here, Miss Fairfield, " and Miss O'Flynn indicated a chair at one endof a long table. "You may line this hat. "

Then she gave Patty an elaborate velvet hat, trimmed with feathers, andmaterials for sewing. She also gave her white silk for the lining of thehat, and a piece stamped with gilt letters, which Patty knew must beplaced inside the crown. 

It all seemed easy, --too easy, in fact, for Patty aspired to makingvelvet rosettes, and placing ostrich plumes. 

But she knew she was being tested, and she set to work at her task withenergy. 

Though she had never lined a hat before, she knew in a general way how itshould be done, and she tried to go about it with an air of experience. The other girls at the table cast furtive glances at her. 

Though they were not rude, they showed that air of hostile criticism, sooften shown by habitués to a newcomer, though based on nothing butprejudiced curiosity. 

But as Patty began to cut the lining, she saw involuntary smiles springto their faces. She knew that she must be cutting it wrongly, but itseemed to her the only way to cut it, so she went on. 

The girls began to nudge each other, and to smile more openly, and, toher own chagrin, Patty felt her cheeks growing red with embarrassment. 

She was tempted to speak pleasantly to them, and ask what her mistakewas, but a strange notion of honesty forbade this. 

She had said at home that she believed it would be possible for her toearn her living without special instruction, and it seemed to her, thatif she now asked for advice it would be like getting special training, though in a small degree. 

So she went calmly on with her work; cut and fitted the hat lining, andcarefully sewed it in the hat. 

Remembering that the stitch she used on her "white work" had beencriticised as too long, she now was careful to take very short stitches, and she used her utmost endeavour to make her work neat and dainty. 

Miss O'Flynn passed her chair two or three times while the work was inprogress, but she made no comment of any sort. 

It was perhaps eleven o'clock when Patty completed the task. Next timeMiss O'Flynn came by her she handed her the hat with an unmistakable airof triumph. 

"I've done it, " Patty thought to herself, exultantly. "I've lined thathat, and, if I do say it that shouldn't, it's done perfectly; neat, smooth, and correct in every particular. "

While Patty was indulging in these self-congratulatory thoughts, MissO'Flynn took the hat from her hand. She gave it a quick glance, then shelooked at Patty. 

Had Patty looked more meek, had she seemed to await Miss O'Flynn'sopinion of her work, the result might have been different. 

But Patty's expression was so plainly that of a conquering hero, sheshowed so palpably her pride in her own achievement, that Miss O'Flynn'seyes narrowed, and her face hardened. Without a word to Patty, she handedthe hat to a sad-eyed young woman at another table, and said:

"Line this hat, Miss Harrigan. "

"Yes, ma'am, " said the girl; and even as Patty watched her, she began tosnip deftly at Patty's small, careful stitches, and in a few moments thelining was out, and the girl was shaping and cutting a new one, with aquick, sure touch, and with not so much as a glance in Patty's direction. 

The other girls, --the ones at Patty's table, --looked horrified, but theydid not look openly at Patty. Furtively, they darted glances at her frombeneath half-closed lids, and then as furtively glanced at each other. 

It all struck Patty humorously. To have her careful work discarded andsnipped out, to be replaced by "skilled labour, " seemed so funny that shewanted to laugh aloud. 

But she was also deeply chagrined at her failure, and so it was anuncertain attitude of mind that showed upon her face as Miss O'Flynnagain approached her. 

Without making any reference to the work she had already done, MissO'Flynn gave Patty a hat frame and some thick, soft satin. 

"Cover the frame neatly, Miss Fairfield, " was all she said, and walkedaway. 

Patty understood. 

It was her own independent and assured attitude that had led Miss O'Flynnto pursue this course. She didn't for a moment think that all beginnerswere treated like this. But she had asked to be given a fair trial--andshe was getting it. 

Moreover, she half suspected that Miss O'Flynn knew she was not reallyunder the necessity of earning her own living. 

Though wearing her plainest clothes, all the details of her costumebetokened an affluence that couldn't be concealed. 

Astute Patty began to think that Miss O'Flynn saw through her, and thatshe was cleverly getting even with her. 

However, she took the hat frame and the satin, and set to work inthorough earnest. Though not poor, she could not have tried any harder tosucceed had she been in direst want. 

But as to her work, she was very much at sea. 

She knew she had to get the satin on to the frame, without crease orwrinkle. She knew exactly how it ought to look when done, for she had ahat of that sort herself, and the material covered the foundation ascreaselessly as paint. 

"I'm sure it only needs gumption, " thought Patty, hopefully. "Here's myreal chance to prove that it doesn't need a series of lessons to get somesatin smoothly on a crinoline frame. If I do it neatly, she won't asksome other girl to do it over. "

Paying no attention to the covert glances of her companions, Patty set towork. She cut carefully, she fitted neatly; she pinned and she basted;she smoothed and she patted; and finally she sewed, with tiny, closestitches, placed evenly and with great precision. 

So absorbed did she become in her task that she failed to notice thedeparture of the others at noon. Alone she sat there at the table, snipping, sewing, pinning, and patting the somewhat refractory satin. 

It was almost one o'clock when she finished, and looked up suddenly tosee Miss O'Flynn standing watching her. 

"Why are you doing this?" she said to Patty, as she took the hat from thegirl's hands. 

Patty sat up, all at once, conscious of great pain in the back of herneck, from her continued cramped position at work. 

"Because I want to earn money, " replied Patty, not pertly, but in a toneof obstinate intent. "Is it done right?"

Miss O'Flynn looked at Patty, with an air of kindliness and willingnessto help her. 

"Tell me all about it, " she said. 

But Patty was in no mood for confidences, and with a shade of hauteur inher manner, she said again: "Is it done right? Does it suit you?"

At Patty's rejection of her advances, Miss O'Flynn also became reservedagain, and said, simply: "I cannot use it. "

"Why not?" demanded Patty. "It is covered smoothly and neatly. It showsno crease nor fold. "

"It is not right, " said Miss O'Flynn. "It is not done right, because youdo not know how to do it. You have never been taught how to cover hats orhow to line them; consequently you cannot do them right. "

The other girls had gone to luncheon, so the two were alone in the room. Patty knew that Miss O'Flynn was telling her the truth, and yet sheresented it. A red spot burned in each cheek as she answered:

"But the hat is covered perfectly. What matter, then, whether I have beentaught or not?"

"Excuse me, it is _not_ covered perfectly. The stitches are toosmall----"

"Too small!" exclaimed Patty. "Why, I didn't know stitches could be too_small_!"

The other smiled. "That is my argument, " she said. "You _don't know_. Ofcourse stitches should be small for ordinary sewing, and for many sortsof work. But not for millinery. Here long stitches are wanted, but theymust be rightly set, --not careless long stitches. "

"Why?" said Patty, somewhat subdued now. 

"Because a better effect can be produced with long stitches. You see, your stitches are small and true, but every one shows. With a skilfullong stitch, no stitch is seen at all. It is what we call a blind stitch, and can only be successfully done by skilled workers, who have beentaught, and who have also had practice. "

Patty was silent a moment, then she said:

"Miss O'Flynn, we agreed that I was to have a day's trial. "

"Yes, Miss Fairfield; I will stand by my word. "

"Then may I select my own work for the afternoon?"

"Yes, " said Miss O'Flynn, wondering whether, after all, this pretty, young girl could be a harmless lunatic. 

"Then I want to trim hats. Make bows, you know; sew on flowers orfeathers; or adjust lace. May I do such things as that?"

Miss O'Flynn hesitated. 

"Yes, " she said, finally; "if you will be careful not to injure thematerials. You see, if your work should have to be done over, I don'twant the materials spoiled. "

"I promise, " said Patty, slowly. 

"But, first, will you not go out for your lunch?"

"No, thank you; I'm not hungry. Please bring me my work at once. "

CHAPTER XII

THREE HATS

But Miss O'Flynn sent Patty a cup of hot bouillon, and some biscuit, which she ate right there at her work-table. 

And it was a kindly act, for, though Patty didn't realise it, she wasreally faint for want of food and also for fresh air. 

The room, though large, had many occupants, and now the girls began tocome back from their luncheon, and their chatter made Patty's head ache. 

But she was doing some deep thinking. Her theories about unskilled labourhad received a hard blow; and she was beginning to think her millineryefforts were not going to be successful. 

"But I've a chance yet, " she thought, as Miss O'Flynn came, bringing twohats, and a large box of handsome trimmings. 

The other girls stared at this, for they knew that Patty's morningefforts had been far from successful. 

But Patty only smiled at them in a pleasant, but impersonal manner, asshe took up her new work. 

Her confidence returned. She knew she could do what she was now about toattempt, for, added to her natural taste and love of colour, she had beencritically interested in hats while in Paris, and while visiting herfriend, Lady Kitty, who was especially extravagant in her millinerypurchases. 

After a period of thought, Patty decided on her scheme of trimming forthe two hats before her, and then set blithely to work. 

One was to be a simple style of decoration, the other, much morecomplicated. Taking up the elaborate one first, Patty went at it withenergy, and with an assured touch, for she had the effect definitelypictured in her imagination and was sure she could materialise it. 

And she did. After about two hours' hard work, Patty achieved a triumph. She held up the finished hat, and every girl at the table uttered an"ah!" of admiration at the beautiful sight. 

Without response, other than a quiet smile, Patty took up the second hat. This was simple, but daring in its very simplicity. A black velvetGainsborough, with broad, rolling brim. Patty turned it smartly up, atone side, and fastened it with a rosette of dull blue velvet and a silverbuckle. Just then, Miss O'Flynn came in. 

"Where did that hat come from?" she said, pointing to Patty's finishedconfection. 

"I trimmed it, " said Patty, nonchalantly. "Have you some silver hatpins, Miss O'Flynn?"

"You trimmed it!" exclaimed the forewoman, ignoring Patty's question, andtaking up the trimmed hat. 

"Yes; do you like it?"

"It's a marvel! It looks like a French hat. How did you know enough totrim it like this?"

"I thought it would look well that way. "

"But these twists of velvet; they have a touch!"

"Yes?" said Patty, inwardly exultant, but outwardly calm. 

"And now, " she went on, "this hat is of another type. "

"It's not finished?" asked Miss O'Flynn, eyeing the hat in uncertainty, "and yet, --any other trimming would spoil its lines. "

"Just so, " said Patty, placidly. "You see, all it needs now, is two largesilver hatpins, like this, --see. "

Patty pulled two hatpins from her own hat, which she still had on, andplaced them carefully in the hat she held in her hand. 

"These pins are too small, --but you see what I mean. "

Miss O'Flynn did see. She saw that two larger pins would finish the hatwith just the right touch, while any other decoration would spoil it. 

She looked at Patty curiously. 

"You're a genius, Miss Fairfield, " she said. "Will you trim another hat?"

"Yes, " said Patty, looking at her watch. "It's only four o'clock. May Ihave an evening hat, please?"

"You may have whatever you like. Come and select for yourself. "

Patty went to the cases, and chose a large white beaver, with soft, broadbrim. 

"I will make you a picture hat, to put in your window, " she said, smiling. 

She selected some trimmings and returned to her seat at the table. 

It was rather more than half an hour later when she showed Miss O'Flynnher work. 

"There's not much work on it, " Patty said, slowly. "I spent the timethinking it out. "

There was not much work on it, to be sure; and yet it was a hat of greatdistinction. 

The white brim rolled slightly back, and where it touched the low crownit met two immense roses, one black and one of palest pink. Two slightsprays of foliage, made of black velvet leaves, nestled between theroses, and completed the trimming. 

The roses were of abnormal size and great beauty, but it was the mode oftheir adjustment that secured the extremely _chic_ effect. 

Miss O'Flynn's eyes sparkled. 

"It's a masterpiece, " she said, clasping her hands in admiration. "Youhave trimmed hats before, Miss Fairfield?"

"No, " said Patty, "but I always knew I could do it. "

"Yes, you can, " said Miss O'Flynn. "Will you come now, and talk toMadame?"

Ushered into the presence of Madame Villard, Patty suddenly experienced arevulsion of feeling. 

Her triumph over Miss O'Flynn seemed small and petty. She was consciousof a revolt against the whole atmosphere of the place. The suavity ofMiss O'Flynn's manner, the artificial grandeur of Madame Villard, filledher with aversion, and she wanted only to get away, and get back to herown home. 

Not for any amount per week would she come again to this dreadful place. 

She knew it was unreasonable; she knew that if she were to earn herliving it could not be in a sheltered, luxurious home, but must, perforce, be in some unattractive workroom. 

"But rather a department store, " thought poor Patty, "than in this place, with these overdressed, overmannered women, who ape fine ladies'manners. "

Patty was overwrought and nervous. Her long, hard day had worn her out, and it was no wonder she felt a distaste for the whole thing. 

"You are certainly clever, " said Madame Villard, patronisingly, as shelooked at the hats Miss O'Flynn held up for her inspection. "I am glad tooffer you a permanent position here. You will have to learn the rudimentsof the work, as the most gifted genius should always be familiar with thefoundations of his own art. Will you agree to come to me every day?"

Patty hesitated. She hated the thought of coming every day, even if butfor a week. And yet, here was the opportunity she was in search of. Trimming hats was easy enough work; probably they wouldn't make her learnlining and covering at once. 

Then the thought occurred to her that it wouldn't be honest to pretendshe was coming regularly, when she meant to do so only for a week. 

"Suppose I try it for a week, " she suggested. "Then if either of uswishes to do so, we can terminate the contract. "

"Very well, " said Madame, who thought to herself she could make thisyoung genius trim a great many hats in a week. "Do you agree to that?"

"At what salary?" asked Patty, faintly, for she felt as if she werecondemning herself to a week of torture. 

"Well, " said Madame Villard, "as you are so ignorant of the work, I oughtnot to give you any recompense at all; but as you evince such an aptitudefor trimming I am willing to say, five dollars a week. "

"Five dollars a week, " repeated Patty, slowly. "You ought to be ashamedof yourself!"

Patty did not mean to be rude or impertinent. Indeed, for the moment shewas not even thinking of herself. She was thinking how a poor girl, whohad her living to earn, would feel at an offer of five dollars for sixlong days of work in that dreadful atmosphere. 

"I beg your pardon, " she said, mechanically, and she said it more becauseof Madame Villard's look of amazement, than because of any regret at herown blunt speech. "I shouldn't have spoken so frankly. But thecompensation you offer is utterly inadequate. "

Patty glanced at her watch, and then began drawing on her gloves with anair of finality. 

"But wait, --wait, Miss Fairfield, " exclaimed the Madame, who had no wishto let her new-found genius thus slip away from her. "I like your work. Imay say I think it shows touches of real talent. Also, you have unusuallygood taste. In view of these things, I will overlook still further yourignorance of the details of the work, and I will give you seven dollars aweek. "

"Madame, " said Patty, "I am inexperienced in the matter of wages, but Ifeel sure that you either employ inferior workwomen or that you underpaythem. I don't know which, but I assure you that I could not think ofaccepting your offer of seven dollars a week. "

"Would you come for ten?" asked Madame Villard, eagerly. 

"No, " said Patty, shortly. 

"For twelve, then? This is my ultimate offer, and you would do well toconsider it carefully. I have never paid so much to any workwoman, and Ioffer it to you only because I chance to like your style of work. "

"And that is your ultimate offer?" said Patty, looking at her squarely. 

"Yes, and I am foolish to offer that; but, as we agreed, it is only forone week, and so----"

"Spare your arguments, madame; I do not accept your proposal. Twelvedollars a week is not enough. And now, I will bid you good-afternoon. AmI entitled to pay for my day's work?"

With Patty's final refusal, the manner of Madame Villard had changed. Nolonger placating and bland, she frowned angrily as she said:

"Pay, indeed! You should be charged for the materials you spoiled in yourmorning's work. "

"But in the afternoon, " said Patty, "I trimmed three hats that will bringyou big profits. "

"Nothing of the sort, " snapped Madame. "The hats you trimmed are nothingof any moment. Any of my girls could have done as well. "

"Then why don't you pay them twelve dollars a week?" cried Patty, whoseharassed nerves were making her irritable. "I will call our financialaccount even, but if any of your workwomen can trim hats that you like aswell as those that I trimmed, I trust you will give them the salary youoffered me. Good-afternoon. "

Patty bowed politely, and then, with a more kindly bow and smile to MissO'Flynn, she went through the draperies, through the front salesroom, andout at the front door. The milliner and her forewoman followed her with adignified slowness, but reached the window in time to see Patty get intoan elaborately-appointed motor-car which rolled rapidly away. 

"She's one of those society women who spy out what wages we pay, " saidMadame Villard, with conviction. 

"She's not old enough for that, " returned Miss O'Flynn, "but she's notlooking for real work, either. I can't make her out. "

"Well, we have three stunning hats, anyway. Put them in the windowto-morrow. And you may as well put Paris labels inside; they have an airof the real thing. "

That evening Patty regaled her parents with a truthful account of herday. 

"I'm 'foiled again'!" she said, laughing. "But the whole performance wasso funny I must tell you about it. "

"Couldn't you have coaxed fifteen dollars a week out of her?" asked Mr. Fairfield, after Patty had told how Madame Villard's price had graduallyincreased. 

"Oh, father, I was so afraid she _would_ say fifteen! Then I should havefelt that I ought to go to her for a week; for I may not get another suchchance. But I couldn't live in that place a week, I _know_ I couldn't!"

"Why?" asked Nan, curiously. 

"I don't know exactly why, " returned Patty, thoughtfully. "But it'smostly because it's all so artificial and untrue. Miss O'Flynn talks asif she were a superior being; Madame Villard talks as if she were a Royalpersonage. They talk about their customers and each other in a sort ofmake-believe grandiose way, that is as sickening as it is absurd. I don'tknow how to express it, but I'd rather work in a place where everybody isreal, and claims only such honour and glory as absolutely belong to them. I hate pretence!"

"Good little Patty!" said her father, heartily; "I'm glad you do. Oh, Itell you, my girl, you'll learn some valuable lessons, even if you don'tachieve your fifteen dollars. "

"But I shall do that, too, father. You needn't think I'm conquered yet. Pooh! What's three failures to a determined nature like mine?"

"What, indeed!" laughed Mr. Fairfield. "Go ahead, my plucky littleheroine; you'll strike it right yet. "

"I'm sure I shall, " declared Patty, with such a self-satisfied air ofcomplacency that both her hearers laughed. 

CHAPTER XIII

THE THURSDAY CLUB

As Patty was temporarily out of an "occupation, " she went skating thenext day with the Farringtons and Kenneth. Indeed, the four were so oftentogether that they began to call themselves the Quartette. 

After a jolly skate, which made their cheeks rosy, they all went back toPatty's, as they usually did after skating. 

"I think you might come to my house, sometimes, " said Elise. 

"Oh, I have to go to Patty's to look after the goldfish, " said Kenneth. "I thought Darby swam lame, the last time I saw him. Does he, Patty?"

"No, not now. But Juliet has a cold, and I'm afraid of rheumatism settingin. "

"No, " said Kenneth; "she's too young for rheumatism. But she may have'housemaid's knee. ' You must be very careful about draughts. "

The goldfish were a never-failing source of fun for the Quartette. Thefish themselves were quiet, inoffensive little creatures, but the readyimagination of the young people invested them with all sorts of strangequalities, both physical and mental. 

"Juliet's still sulky about that thimble, " said Roger, as they all lookedinto the fishes' globe. "I gave her Patty's thimble yesterday to wear fora hat, and it didn't suit her at all. "

"I should say not!" cried Patty. "She thought it was a helmet. You musttake her for Joan of Arc. "

"She didn't wear a helmet, " said Elise, laughing. 

"Well, she wore armour. They belong together. Anyway, Juliet doesn't knowbut that Joan of Arc wore a helmet. "

"Oh, is that what made her so sulky?" said Roger. "Nice disposition, Imust say. "

"She's nervous, " put in Kenneth, "and a little morbid, poor thing. Patty, I think a little iron in the water would do her good. "

"Send for a flatiron, Patty, " said Roger. "I know it would help her, ifyou set it carefully on top of her. "

"I won't do it!" said Patty. "Poor Juliet is flat enough now. She doesn'teat enough to keep a bird alive. Let's go away and leave her to sleep. That will fatten her, maybe. "

"Lullaby, Julie, in the fish-bowl, " sang Roger. 

"When the wind blows, the billows will roll, " continued Elise, fanningthe water in the globe with a newspaper. 

"When the bowl breaks, the fishes will fall, " contributed Patty, and Kenwound up by singing:

"And the Cat will eat Juliet, Darby, and all!"

"Oh, horrible!" cried Patty. "Indeed she won't! My beautiful pets shallnever meet that cruel fate. "

Leaving Juliet to her much needed nap, they all strolled into thelibrary. 

"Let's be a club, " said Elise. "Just us four, you know. "

"All right, " said Patty, who loved clubs. "What sort of a club?"

"Musical, " said Elise. "We all sing. "

"Musical clubs are foolish, " said Roger. "Let's be a dramatic club. "

"Dramatic clubs are too much work, " said Patty; "and four isn't enoughfor that, anyway. Let's do good. "

"Oh, Patty, " groaned Kenneth, "you're getting so eleemosynary there's nofun in you!"

"Mercy, gracious!" cried Patty. "_What_ was that fearful word you said, Ken? No! don't say it over again! I can't stand all of it at once!"

"Well, we have to stand you!" grumbled Kenneth, "and you're _that_ allthe time, now. What foolishness are you going to fly at next, trying toearn a dishonest penny?"

"I'm thinking of going out as a cook, " said Patty, her eyes twinkling. "Cooking is the only thing I really know how to do. But I can do that. "

"You'll be fine as cook, " said Roger. "May I come round Thursdayafternoons and take you out?"

"I s'pose I'll only have every other Thursday, " said Patty, demurely. 

"And the other Thursday you won't be there! But what about this clubwe're organising?"

"Make it musical, " said Kenneth, "and then while one of us is playing orsinging some classical selection, the others can indulge in merryconversation. "

"You may as well make it the Patty Club, " said Elise, "as I suppose itwill always meet here. "

Though not really jealous of her friend's popularity, Elise alwaysresented the fact that the young people would rather be at Patty's thanat her own home. 

The reason was, that the Fairfield house, though handsomely appointed, was not so formally grand as the Farringtons', and there was always anatmosphere of cordiality and hospitality at Patty's, while at Elise's itwas oppressively formal and dignified. 

"Oh, pshaw, " said Patty, ignoring Elise's unkind intent; "I won't haveyou always here. We'll take turns, of course. "

"All right, " said Elise; "every other week at my house and every otherweek here. But don't you think we ought to have more than four members?"

"No, I don't, " declared Kenneth, promptly. "And we don't want any musicalnonsense, or any dramatic foolishness, either. Let's just have fun; ifit's pleasant weather, we'll go skating, or sleighing, or motoring, orwhatever you like; if it isn't, we'll stay indoors, or go to a matinéeor concert, or something like that. "

"Lovely!" cried Elise. "But if we're to go to matinées, we'll have tomeet Saturdays. "

"Or Wednesdays, " amended Patty. "Let's meet Wednesdays. I 'most alwayshave engagements on Saturdays. "

"All right; shall we call it the Wednesday Club, then?"

"No, Elise, " said Roger, gravely. "That's too obvious; we will call itthe Thursday Club, because we meet on Wednesday; see?"

"No, I don't see, " said Elise, looking puzzled. 

"Why, " explained Roger, "you see we'll spend all day Thursday thinkingover the good time we had on Wednesday!"

"But that isn't the real reason, " said Patty, giggling. "The real reasonwe call it the Thursday Club is because it meets on Wednesday!"

"That's it, Patsy!" said Ken, approvingly, for he and Patty had the samelove for nonsense, though more practical Elise couldn't always understandit. 

"Well, then, the Thursday Club will meet here next Wednesday, " saidPatty; "unless I am otherwise engaged. "

For she just happened to think, that on that day she might be againattempting to earn her fifteen dollars. 

"What's the Thursday Club? Mayn't I belong?" said a pleasant voice, andMr. Hepworth came in. 

"Oh, how do you do?" cried Patty, jumping up, and offering both hands. "I'm so glad to see you. Do sit down. "

"I came round, " said Mr. Hepworth, after greeting the others, "in hopes Icould corral a cup of tea. I thought you ran a five-o'clock tea-room. "

"We do, " said Patty, ringing a bell nearby. "That is, we always have teawhen Nan is home; and we can just as well have it when she isn't. "

"I suppose you young people don't care for tea, " went on Mr. Hepworth, looking a little enviously at the merry group, who, indeed, didn't carewhether they had tea or not. 

"Oh, yes, we do, " said Patty. "We love it. But we, --we just forgot it. Wewere so engrossed in organising a club. "

But the others did not follow up this conversational beginning, and evenbefore the tea was brought, Elise said she must go. 

"Nonsense!" said Patty; "don't go yet. "

But Elise was decided, so away she went, and of course, Roger went too. 

"And I'm going, " said Kenneth, as Patty, having followed Elise out intothe hall, he joined them there. 

"Oh; don't you go, Ken, " said Patty. 

"Yes, I'd rather. When Hepworth comes you get so grown-up all of asudden. With your 'Oh, how do you do?' and your _tea_. "

Kenneth mimicked Patty's voice, which did sound different when she spoketo Mr. Hepworth. 

"Ken, you're very unjust, " said Patty, her cheeks flushing; "of course Ihave to give Mr. Hepworth tea when he asks for it; and if I seem more'grown-up' with him, it's because he's so much older than you are. "

"He is, indeed! About twelve years older! Too old to be your friend. Heought to be calling on Mrs. Fairfield. "

"He is. He calls on us both. I think you're very silly!"

This conversation had been in undertones, while Elise was donning her hatand furs, and great was her curiosity when Patty turned from Kenneth, with an offended or hurt expression on her face. 

"What's the matter with you two?" she asked, bluntly. 

"Nothing, " said Ken, looking humble. "Patty's been begging me to be morepolite to the goldfish. "

"Nonsense!" laughed Patty; "your manners are above reproach, Ken. "

"Thanks, fair lady, " he replied, with a Chesterfieldian bow, and then thethree went away. 

"Did I drive off your young friends, Patty?" said Mr. Hepworth, as shereturned to the library, where Jane was already setting forth the teathings. 

Patty was nonplussed. He certainly had driven them away, but she couldn'texactly tell him so. 

"You needn't answer, " he said, laughing at her dismayed expression. "I amsorry they don't like me, but until you show that you don't, I shallcontinue to come here. "

"I hope you will, " said Patty, earnestly. "It isn't that they don't likeyou, Mr. Hepworth; it's that they think you don't like them. "

"What?"

"Oh, I don't mean exactly that; but they think that you think they'rechildren, --almost, and you're bored by them. "

"I'm not bored by you, and you're a child, --almost. "

"Well, I don't know how it is, " said Patty, throwing off allresponsibility in the matter; "but I like them and I like you, and yet, I'd rather have you at different times. "

"Which do you like better?" asked Mr. Hepworth. He knew it was a foolishquestion, but it was uttered almost involuntarily. 

"Them!" said Patty, but she gave him such a roguish smile as she said it, that he almost thought she meant the opposite. 

"Still, " she went on, with what was palpably a mock regret, "I shall haveto put up with you for the present; so be as young as you can. How manylumps, please?"

"Two; you see I can be very young. "

"Yes, " said Patty, approvingly; "it is young to take two lumps. But nowtell me something about Miss Farley. Have you heard from her or of herlately?"

"Yes, I have, " said Mr. Hepworth, as he stirred his tea. "That is, I'veheard of her. My friend, down in Virginia, who knows Miss Farley, hassent me another of her sketches, and it proves more positively than everthat the girl has real genius. But, Patty, I want you to give up thisscheme of yours to help her. It was good of your father to make the offerhe did, but I don't want you racing around to these dreadful placeslooking for work. I'm going to get some other people interested in MissFarley, and I'm sure her art education can be managed in some way. I'dwillingly subscribe the whole sum needed, myself, but it would beimpossible to arrange it that way. She'd never accept it, if she knew;and it's difficult to deceive her. "

Patty looked serious. 

"I don't wonder you think I can't do what I set out to do, " she saidslowly, "for I've made so many ridiculous failures already. But pleasedon't lose faith in me, yet. Give me one or two more chances. "

Mr. Hepworth looked kindly into Patty's earnest eyes. 

"Don't take this thing too seriously, " he said. 

"But I want to take it seriously. You think I'm a child, --a butterfly. Iassure you I am neither. "

"I think you're adorable, whatever you are!" was on the tip of GilbertHepworth's tongue; but he did not say it. 

Though he cared more for Patty than for anything on earth, he had vowedto himself the girl should never know it. He was thirty-five, and Pattybut eighteen, and he knew that was too great a discrepancy in years forhim ever to hope to win her affections. 

So he contented himself with an occasional evening call, or once in awhile dropping in at tea time, resolved never to show to Patty herselfthe high regard he had for her. 

She had told him of her various unsuccessful attempts at "earning herliving, " and he deeply regretted that he had been the means of bringingabout the situation. 

He did not share Mr. Fairfield's opinion that the experience was a goodone for Patty, and would broaden her views of humanity in general, andteach her a few worth-while lessons. 

"Please give up the notion, " he urged, after they had talked the matterover. 

"Indeed I won't, " returned Patty. "At least, not until I've proved to myown satisfaction that my theories are wrong. And I don't think yet thatthey are. I still believe I can earn fifteen dollars a week, withouthaving had special training for any work. Surely I ought to have time toprove myself right. "

"Yes, you ought to have time, " said Mr. Hepworth, gently, "but you oughtnot to do it at all. It's an absurd proposition, the whole thing. And asI, unfortunately, brought it about, I want to ask you, please, to dropit. "

"No, sir!" said Patty, gravely, but wagging a roguish forefinger at him;"people can't undo their mistakes so easily. If, as you say, you broughtabout this painful situation, then you must sit patiently by and watch meas I flounder about in the various sloughs of despond. "

"Oh, Patty, don't! Please drop it all, --for my sake!"

Patty looked up in surprise at his earnest tones, but she only laughedgaily, and said:

"Nixy! Not I! Not by no means! But I'll give in to this extent. I'llagree not to make more than three more attempts. If I can't succeed inthree more efforts, I'll give up the game, and confess myself a butterflyand an idiot. "

"The only symptoms of idiocy are shown in your making three moreattempts, " said Mr. Hepworth, who was almost angry at Patty'spersistence. 

"Oh, pooh! I probably shan't make three more! I just somehow feel sureI'll succeed the very next time. "

"A sanguine idiot is the most hopeless sort, " said Mr. Hepworth, with aresigned air. "May I ask what you intend to attempt next?"

"You may ask, but you can't be answered, for I don't yet know, myself. I've two or three tempting plans, but I don't know which to choose. I'vethought of taking a place as cook. "

"Patty! don't you dare do such a thing! To think of you in akitchen, --under orders! Oh, child, how _can_ you?"

Patty laughed outright at Mr. Hepworth's dismay. 

"Cheer up!" she cried; "I didn't mean it! But you think skilled labour isnecessary, and truly, I'm skilled in cooking. I really am. "

"Yes, chafing-dish trifles; and fancy desserts. "

"Well, those are good things for a cook to know. "

"Patty, promise me you won't take any sort of a servant's position. "

"Oh, I can't promise that. I fancy I'd make a rather good lady's-maid orparlour-maid. But I promise you I won't be a cook. Much as I like to fusswith a chafing-dish, I shouldn't like to be kept in a kitchen and boiland roast things all the time. "

"I should say not! Well, since I can't persuade you to give up yourfoolish notion, do go on, and get through with your three attempts assoon as possible. Remember, you've promised not more than three. "

"I promise, " said Patty, with much solemnity, and then Nan and Mr. Fairfield came in. 

Mr. Hepworth appealed at once to Mr. Fairfield, telling him what he hadalready told Patty. 

"Nonsense, Hepworth, " said Patty's father, "I'm glad you started the ballrolling. It hasn't done Patty a bit of harm, so far, and it will be anexperience she'll always remember. Let her go ahead; she can't succeed, but she can have the satisfaction of knowing she tried. "

"I'm not so sure she can't succeed, " said Nan, standing up for Patty, wholooked a little crestfallen at the remarks of her father. 

"Good for you, Nan!" cried Patty; "I'll justify your faith in me yet. Iknow Mr. Hepworth thinks I'm good for nothing, but Daddy ought to know mebetter. "

Mr. Hepworth seemed not to notice this petulant outburst, and only said:

"Remember, you've promised to withdraw from the arena after three moreconflicts. "

"They won't be conflicts, " said Patty, "and there won't be but one, anyway!"

"So much the better, " said Mr. Hepworth, calmly. 

CHAPTER XIV

MRS. VAN REYPEN

It was about a week later. Nothing further had been said or done in thematter of Patty's "occupation, " and Mr. And Mrs. Fairfield wondered whatplan was slowly brewing under the mop of golden curls. 

Mr. Hepworth began to hope his words had had an effect after all, and wasabout to lay the case of Miss Farley before some other true and triedfriends. 

But he had practically promised Patty to give her time for three moreattempts; so he waited. 

One day Patty came into the house just in time for luncheon. 

"Nan, " she said, as they sat down at the table, "I've struck it rightthis time!"

"_In_-deed!" said Nan, raising her eyebrows, quizzically. 

"Yes, I have! You needn't laugh like that. "

"I didn't laugh. "

"Yes, you did, --behind your eyes, but I saw you! Now, as I tell you, thistime conquers!"

"Good for you, Patsy! Let me congratulate you. Let me do it now, lest Ishouldn't be able to do it later. "

"Huh! I thought you had faith in me. "

"And so I have, Patty girl, " said Nan, growing serious all at once. "Itruly have. Also, I'll help you, if I can. "

"That's just it, Nan. You can help me this time, and I'm going to tellyou all about it, before I start in. "

"Going to tell me now?"

"Yes, because I go this afternoon. "

"Go where?"

"That's just it. I go to take a position as a companion to an elderlylady. And I shall stay a week. I'll take some clothes in a suitcase, orsmall trunk, and after I'm gone, you must tell father, and make it allright with him. "

"But, Patty, he said at the outset, you must be home by five o'clockevery day, whatever you were doing. "

"Yes; but that referred to occupations by the day. Now, that I've decidedto take this sort of a position, which is really more appropriate to alady of my 'social standing, ' you must explain to him that I can't comehome at five o'clock, because I have to stay all the time, nights andall. "

"Patty, you're crazy!"

"No, I'm not. I'm determined; I'm even stubborn, if you like; but I'm_going_! So, that's settled. Now, you said you'd help me. Are you goingto back out?"

"No; I'm not. But I can't approve of it. "

"Oh, you can, if you try hard enough. Just think how much properer it isfor me to be companion to a lovely lady in her own house, than to beracing around lower Broadway for patchwork!"

"That's so, " said Nan, and then she realised that if she knew where Pattywas going, they could go and bring her home at any time, if Mr. Fairfieldwished. 

"Well, " she went on, "who's your lovely lady?"

"Mrs. Van Reypen. "

"Patty Fairfield! Not _the_ Mrs. Van Reypen?"

"Yes, the very one! Isn't it gay? She's a bit eccentric, and sheadvertised for a companion, saying the application must be a written one. So I pranced up to her house this morning, and secured the position. "

"But she said to apply by letter. "

"Yes; that's why I went myself! I sent up my card, and a message that Ihad come in answer to her advertisement. She sent back word that I couldgo home and write to her. I said I'd write then and there. So I helpedmyself to her library desk, and wrote out a regular application. In lessthan five minutes, I was summoned to her august presence, and afterlooking me over, she engaged me at once. How's that for quick action?"

"But does she know who you are?"

"Why, she knows my name, and that's all. "

"But she's a, --why, she's sort of an institution. "

"Yes; I know she's a public benefactor, and all that. But, really, she'svery interesting; though, I fancy she has a quick temper. However, we'vemade the agreement for a week. Then if either of us wants to back out, we're at liberty to do so. "

"She was willing to arrange it that way?"

"She insisted on it. She never takes anybody until after a week's trial. "

"What are your duties?"

"Oh, almost nothing. I'm not a social secretary, or anything like that. Merely a companion, to be with her, and read to her occasionally, orperhaps sing to her, and go to drive with her, --and that's about all. "

"No one else in the family?"

"I don't think so. She didn't speak of any one, except her secretary andservants. She's rather old-fashioned, and the house is dear. All crystalchandeliers, and old frescoed walls and ceilings, and elaboratedoor-frames. Why, Nan, it'll be fun to be there a week, and it'sso, --well, so safe and pleasant, you know, and so correct and seemly. Why, if I really had to earn my own living, I couldn't do better than tobe companion to Mrs. Van Reypen. "

"No; I suppose not. What is the salary?"

"Ah, that's the beauty of it! It's just fifteen dollars a week. And as Iget 'board and lodging' beside, I'm really doing better than I agreedto. "

"I don't like it, Patty, " said Nan, after a few moments' thought. "Butit's better, in some ways, than the other things you've done. Go on, andI'll truly do all I can to talk your father into letting you stay there aweek; but if he won't consent, I can't help it. "

"Why, of course he'll consent, Nan, if you put it to him right. You canmake him see anything as you see it, if you try. You know you can. "

"Well, go ahead. I suppose a week will pass; and anyway, you'll probablycome flying home after a couple of days. "

"No; I'm going to stay the week, if it finishes me. I'm tired of defeats;this time I conquer. You may help me pack, if you like. "

"You won't need many frocks, will you?" said Nan, as they went up toPatty's room. 

"No; just some light, dressy things for evening, --she's ratherformal, --and some plain morning gowns. "

Nan helped Patty with her selection, and a small trunk was filled withwhat they considered an appropriate wardrobe for a companion. 

At about four o'clock Patty started, in the motor-car. 

Mrs. Van Reypen received her pleasantly, and as they sat chatting over acup of tea, Patty felt more like an honoured guest than a subordinate. 

Then Mrs. Van Reypen dismissed her, saying:

"Go to your room now, my dear, and occupy yourself as you choose untildinner-time. Dinner is at seven. There will be no guests, but you willwear a light, pretty gown, if you please. I am punctilious in suchmatters. "

Patty went to her room, greatly pleased with the turn events had taken. She wished she could telephone home how pleasantly she was getting along;but she thought wiser not to do that so soon. 

As it neared dinner-time, she put on one of her prettiest dresses, alight blue chiffon, with a touch of silver embroidery round the half-lowthroat and short sleeves. 

A few minutes before seven, she went slowly down the dark, old staircase, with its massive newels and balusters. 

As she reached the middle steps, she observed an attractive, butbored-looking young man in the hall. 

He had not noticed her light steps, and Patty paused a moment to look athim. As she stood, wondering who he might be, he chanced to turn, and sawher. 

The young man ran his eyes swiftly, from the cloud of blue chiffon, up tothe smiling face, with its crown of massed golden hair, which a saucy bowof blue ribbon did its best to hold in place. 

His face promptly lost its bored expression, and with his hands still inhis pockets, he involuntarily breathed a long, low whistle. 

The sound seemed to bring back his lost wits, and quickly drawing hishands into view, he stepped forward, saying:

"I beg your pardon for that unconventional note of admiration, but Itrust you will accept it as the tribute for which it was meant. "

This was an easy opening, and Patty was quite ready to respond gaily, when she suddenly remembered her position in the house and wondered if acompanion ought to speak to a strange young man in the same language ayoung person in society might use. 

"Thank you, " she said, uncertainly, and her shy hesitation completelycaptured the heart of Philip Van Reypen. 

"Come on down; I won't eat you, " he said, reassuringly. "You are, Iassume, a guest of my aunt's. "

"I am Mrs. Van Reypen's companion, " said Patty, but though she made theannouncement demurely enough, the funny side of it all struck her soforcibly that she had difficulty to keep the corners of her mouth fromshowing her amusement. 

"By Jove!" exclaimed the young man, "Aunty Van always is lucky! Now, I'mher nephew. "

"Does that prove her good luck?" said Patty, unable to be prim in theface of this light gaiety. 

"Yes, indeed! Come on down, and get acquainted, and you'll agree withme. "

"I don't believe I ought to, " said Patty, hesitatingly placing one littlesatin-slippered foot on the next step below, and then pausing again. "Yousee, I've never been a companion before, but I don't think it's right forme to precede Mrs. Van Reypen into the drawing-room. "

"Ah, well, perhaps not. Stay on the stairs, then, if you think that's theproper place. I daresay it is, --I never was a companion, either; so I'mnot sure. But sit down, won't you? I'll sit here, if I may. "

Young Van Reypen dropped onto a stair a few steps below Patty, who satdown, too, feeling decidedly at her ease, for, upon occasion, a staircasewas one of her favourite haunts. 

"It's like a party, " she said, smiling. "I love to sit on a staircase ata party, don't you?"

And so provocative of sociability did the staircase prove, that when Mrs. Van Reypen came down, in all the glory of her black velvet and old lace, she nearly tumbled over two chatting young people, who seemed to be verygood friends. 

"Philip! You here?" she exclaimed, and a casual observer would have saidshe was not too well pleased. 

"Yes, Aunty Van; aren't you as glad to see me as I am to see you? I'vebeen making Miss Fairfield's acquaintance. You may introduce us if youlike, but it isn't really necessary. "

"So it seems, " said the old lady, drily; "but as I have some regard forthe conventions, I will present to you, Miss Fairfield, my scape-graceand ne'er-do-well nephew, Philip Van Reypen. "

"What an awful reputation to live up to, " said Patty, smiling at thedebonair Philip, who quite looked the part his aunt assigned to him. 

"Awful, but not at all difficult, " he responded, gaily, and Pattyfollowed as he escorted his aunt to the dining-room. 

The little dinner-party was a gay one; Mrs. Van Reypen became mildlyamiable under the influence of the young people's merry chatter, andPatty felt that so far, at least, a companion's lot was not such a veryunhappy one. 

After dinner, however, the young man was sent peremptorily away. Hebegged to stay, but his aunt ordered him off, declaring that she had seenenough of him, and he was not to return for a week at least. Philip wentaway, sulkily, declaring that he would call the very next morning toinquire after his aunt's health. 

"I trust you are not flirtatiously inclined, Miss Fairfield, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, as the two sat alone in the large and rather sombredrawing-room. 

"I am not, " said Patty, honestly. "I like gay and merry conversation, butas your companion, I consider myself entirely at your orders, and have nomind to chatter if you do not wish me to do so. "

"That is right, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, approvingly. "You cannot have manyfriends in your present position, of course. And you must not feelflattered at Mr. Philip's apparent admiration of you. He is a mostimpressionable youth, and is caught by every new face he sees. "

Patty smiled at the idea of her being unduly impressed by Mr. VanReypen's glances. She had given him no thought, save as a good-natured, well-bred young man. 

But she pleasantly assured Mrs. Van Reypen that she would give her nephewno further consideration, and though Mrs. Van Reypen looked sharply atPatty's face, she saw only an honest desire to please her employer. 

The evening was long and uninteresting. 

At Mrs. Van Reypen's request, Patty read to her, and then sang for her. 

But the lady was critical, and declared that the reading was too fast, and the singing too loud, so that when at last it was bedtime, Pattywondered whether she was giving satisfaction or not. 

But she was engaged for a week, anyway, and whether satisfactory or not, Mrs. Van Reypen must keep her for that length of time, and that was allPatty wanted. 

She woke next morning with a pang of homesickness. It was a bit forlorn, to wake up as a hired companion, instead of as a beloved daughter in herown father's house. 

But resolutely putting aside such thoughts, she forced herself to thinkof her good fortune in securing her present position. 

"I'm glad I'm here!" she assured herself, as she dashed cold water intoher suspiciously reddened eyes. "I know I shall have all sorts of odd andinteresting adventures here; and I'm determined to be happy whateverhappens. And, anyway, it will be over soon. A week isn't long. "

Putting on a trim morning dress, of soft old rose cashmere, with a fineembroidered white yoke, she went sedately down to the breakfast room. Shehad been told to come to breakfast at nine o'clock, and the clock struckthe hour just as she crossed the threshold. 

Instead of her employer, she was astounded to see Philip Van Reypencalmly seated at the table. 

"Jolly to see you again!" he cried, as he jumped up to greet her. "Justthought I'd run in for a bite of breakfast, and to inquire how AuntyVan's cold is. "

"I didn't know she had a cold, " said Patty, primly, trying to act as shethought a companion ought to act. 

"Neither did I, " said the irrepressible Philip. "But I didn't know butshe might have caught one in the night. A germ flying in at the window, or something. "

Mindful of Mrs. Van Reypen's admonitions, Patty tried not to appearinterested in the young man's remarks, but it was impossible to ignorethe fact that he was interested in her. 

She responded to his gay banter in monosyllables, and kept her dancingeyes veiled by their own long-fringed lids, but this only served to piquePhilip's curiosity. 

"I've a notion to spend the day here, with Aunty Van, " he said, and thenPatty glanced up at him in positive alarm. 

"Don't!" she cried, and her face betokened a genuine distress. 

"Why not?" said the surprised young man; "have you learned to dislike meso cordially already?"

Amiable Patty couldn't stand for this misinterpretation of her attitude, and her involuntary, smiling glance was a sufficient disclaimer. 

But she was saved the necessity of a verbal reply, for just at thatmoment Mrs. Van Reypen came into the room. 

CHAPTER XV

PERSISTENT PHILIP

"Why, Philip!" Mrs. Van Reypen exclaimed; "you are indeed growingattentive to your aged aunt!"

"Middle-aged aunt!" he returned, gallantly; "and belonging to the earlymiddle-ages at that! I told you I should call this morning, and I'd likeanother egg, please, aunty. "

"You may have all the eggs you want, but I am not at all pleased withyour presence here after I expressly forbade it. "

"Oh, it isn't a crime to call on one's own aunt, is it?"

"It's extremely rude. I have a busy day before me, and I don't want abothersome nephew around. "

Mrs. Van Reypen was exceedingly fond of Philip, and loved to have him ather house, but it was easy to be seen, now, that she considered him fartoo much interested in pretty Patty. 

And partly because he was interested, and partly to tease hislong-suffering aunt, the young man declared his intention of spending theday with them. 

"I can't have you, Philip, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, decidedly. "I want youto go away immediately after breakfast. "

"Just my luck!" grumbled her nephew. "I never can do anything I want to. Well, I'll go downtown, but I'll be back here to luncheon. "

"Don't talk nonsense, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, shortly; "you'll do nothingof the sort. "

The rest of the meal was not very enjoyable. Mrs. Van Reypen was clearlydispleased at her nephew's presence; Patty did not think it wise to takeany active part in the conversation; and, though Philip was in gayspirits, it was not easy to be merry alone. 

Patty couldn't help smiling at his audacious speeches, but she kept hereyes down on her plate, and endeavoured to ignore the young man'spresence, for she knew this was what Mrs. Reypen wished her to do. 

"Now you may go, " said the hostess, as Philip finished his egg. "I'd liketo enjoy a cup of coffee in peace. "

"Oh, I'm peaceful!" declared Philip, crossing his hands on his breast androlling up his eyes with an angelic expression. 

"Good-by, Philip, " said his aunt, so icily that the young man rose fromthe table and stalked out of the room. 

"Now, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, "we are rid of him. "

But in a few moments the smiling face again appeared at the door. 

"I forgot to say good-by to Miss Fairfield, " he announced, cheerfully. "Mayn't I do that, aunty?"

Mrs. Van Reypen gave an annoyed "Humph!" and Patty, taking her cue, bowedvery coldly, and said "Good-morning, Mr. Van Reypen" in an utterlyimpersonal tone. 

Philip chuckled, and went away, slamming the street door behind him, as afinal annoyance to his aunt. 

"You mustn't think him a rude boy, Miss Fairfield, " she said. "But hedelights to tease me, and unless I am positively cross to him he neverlets up. But he is really devoted to me, and, I assure you, he scarcelynoted your presence at all. "

"Of course not, " said Patty, with great difficulty restraining a burst oflaughter. "No one could dream of Mr. Philip Van Reypen observing acompanion. " Patty did not mean this for sarcasm; she desired only to setMrs. Van Reypen's mind at rest, and then the subject of Philip wasdropped. 

Soon after breakfast Mrs. Van Reypen conducted Patty to a pleasantmorning room, and asked her to read the newspaper aloud. 

"And do try to read slower, " she added. "I hate rapid gabbling. "

Patty had resolved not to take offence at the brusque remarks, which sheknew would be hurled at her, so, somewhat meekly, she took up the paperand began. 

It was a trying task. If she read an account of anything unpleasant shewas peremptorily stopped; if the news was dry or prosy, that was also cutoff short. 

"Read me the fashion notes, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, at last. 

So Patty read a whole page about the latest modes, and her hearer wasgreatly interested. 

She then told Patty of some new gowns she was having made, and seemedpleased at Patty's intelligent comments on them. 

"Why, you have good taste!" she exclaimed, as if making a surprisingdiscovery. "I will take you with me this afternoon when I go to MadameLeval's to try on my gowns. "

"Very well, " said Patty. "And now, Mrs. Van Reypen, I'm sure there'snothing more of interest in the paper; what shall I do next?"

"Heavens! Miss Fairfield, don't ask such a question as that! You are hereto entertain me. I am not to provide amusement for you! Why do yousuppose I have you here, if not to make my time pass pleasantly?"

Patty was bewildered at this outburst. Though she knew her duties wouldbe light, she supposed they would be clearly defined, and not left to herown invention. 

But she was anxious to please, and she said, pleasantly:

"I think that's really what I meant, but I didn't express myself verywell. And, you see, I don't yet quite know your tastes. Do you like fancywork? I know a lovely new crochet stitch I could show you. "

"No; I hate crocheting. The wool gets all snarled up, and the patterngets wrong every few stitches. "

"Then we'll dismiss that. Do you like to play cards? I know cribbage, andsome other games that two can play. "

"No; I detest cards. I think it is very foolish to sit and fumble withbits of painted pasteboard!"

Poor Patty was at her wits' end. She had not expected to be aprofessional entertainer, and she didn't know what to suggest next. 

She felt sure Mrs. Van Reypen wouldn't care to listen to any more readingjust then. She hesitated to propose music, as it had not been verysuccessful the night before. On a sudden impulse, she said:

"Do you like to see dancing? I can do some pretty fancy dances. "

It seemed an absurd thing to say, but Patty had ransacked her brain tothink what professional entertainers did, and that was all she couldthink of, except recitations, and those she hated herself. 

"Yes, I do!" cried Mrs. Van Reypen, so emphatically that Patty jumped. "Ilove to see dancing! If you can do it, which I doubt, I wish you woulddance for me. And this evening we'll go to see that new dancer that thetown is wild over. If you really can dance, you'll appreciate it as I do. To me dancing is a fine art, and should be considered so--but it rarelyis. Do you require music?"

"Of course, I prefer it, but I can dance without. "

"We'll try it without, first; then, if I wish to, I'll ask Delia, myparlour-maid, to play for you. She plays fairly well. Or, if it suits me, I may play myself. "

Patty made no response to these suggestions, but followed Mrs. Van Reypento the great drawing-room, at one end of which was a grand piano. 

"Try it without music, first, " was the order, and Patty walked to theother end of the long room, while Mrs. Van Reypen seated herself on asofa. Serenely conscious of her proficiency in the art, Patty felt noembarrassment, and, swaying gently, as if listening to rhythm, she begana pretty little fancy dance that she had learned some years ago. 

She danced beautifully, and she loved to dance, so she made a mosteffective picture, as she pirouetted back and forth, or from side to sideof the long room. 

"Beautiful!" said Mrs. Van Reypen, as Patty paused in front of her andbowed. "You are a charming dancer. I don't know when I've enjoyedanything so much. Are you tired? Will you dance again?"

"I'm not at all tired, " said Patty. "I like to dance, and I'm very gladit pleases you. "

"Can you do a minuet?" asked the old lady, after Patty had finishedanother dance, a gay little Spanish fandango. 

"Yes; but I like music for that. "

"Good! I will play myself. " With great dignity, Mrs. Van Reypen rose andwalked to the piano. 

Patty adjusted the music-stool for her, and she ran her delicate oldfingers lightly over the keys. 

"I'm sadly out of practice, " she said, "but I can play a tinkling minuetand you may dance to it. "

She began a melodious little air, and Patty, after listening a moment, nodded her head, and ran to take her place. 

Mrs. Van Reypen was so seated at the piano that she could watch Patty'sdance, and in a moment the two were in harmony, and Patty was gliding andbowing in a charming minuet, while Mrs. Van Reypen played in perfectsympathy. 

The dance was nearly over when Patty discovered the smiling face of Mr. Philip Van Reypen in the doorway. 

His aunt could not see him, and Patty saw only his reflection in themirror. He gave her a pleading glance, and put his finger on his lip, entreating her silence. 

So she went on, without seeming to see him. But she wondered what hisaunt would say after the dance was over. 

Indeed, the funny side of the situation struck her so forcibly that sheunconsciously smiled broadly at her own thoughts. 

"That's right, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, as the dancing and music both cameto an end; "I am glad to see you smile as you dance. I have seen somedancers who look positively agonised as they do difficult steps. "

Patty smiled again, remembering that she had had a reason to smile as shedanced, and she wondered why Philip didn't appear. 

But he didn't, and, except that she had seen him so clearly in themirror, and he had asked her, silently but unmistakably, not to divulgethe fact of his presence, she would have thought she only imagined himthere in the doorway. 

"You dance wonderfully well, " went on Mrs. Van Reypen. "You have had verygood training. I shall be glad to have you dance for me often. But--andplease remember this--never when any one else is here. I wish you todance for me only. If I have guests, or if my nephew is here, you are notto dance. "

This was almost too much for Patty's gravity. For she well knew the oldlady was foolishly alarmed lest her nephew should fall in love with ahumble "companion, " and, knowing that the said nephew had gleefullywatched the dance, it was difficult not to show her amusement. 

But she only said, "I will remember, Mrs. Van Reypen. " She couldn't tellof the intruder after his frantic appeal to her for silence, so shedetermined to ignore the episode. 

"Now, you may do as you like until luncheon time, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, "for I shall go to my room and lie down for a rest. My maid will attendme, so I will bid you adieu until one o'clock. Wander round the house ifyou choose. You will find much to interest you. "

"Right you are!" thought Patty to herself. "I don't believe I'd have towander far to find a jolly comrade to interest me!" But she well knew ifMr. Philip Van Reypen was still in the house, and if she should encounterhim and chat with him, it would greatly enrage the old lady. 

"And, " thought Patty, "since I've made good with my dancing it's a shameto spoil my record by talking to Sir Philip. But he is pleasant. "

Determined to do her duty, she went straight to her own room, thoughtempted to "wander round the house. "

And sure enough, though she didn't know it, Mr. Van Reypen was watchingher from behind the drawing-room draperies. His face fell as he saw hergo up the stairs, and, though he waited some time, she did not return. 

"Saucy Puss!" he thought. "But I'll have a chat with her yet. "

Going to the library he scribbled a note, and sent it by a servant toMiss Fairfield's room. The note said:

 "Do come down and talk to a lonely, neglected waif, if only for a few minutes. 

 "P. V. R. "

Patty laughed as she read it, but she only said to the maid who broughtit:

"Please say to Mr. Van Reypen that there is no answer. "

The maid departed, but, in less than ten minutes, returned with anothernote:

 "You're afraid of Aunty Van! Come on. I will protect you. Just for a few moments' chat on the stairs. 

 "P. V. R. "

Again Patty sent the message, "There is no answer. "

Soon came a third note:

 "I think you are horrid! And you don't dance prettily at all!"

"Oho!" thought Patty. "Getting saucy, is he?"

She made no response whatever to the maid this time, but she was notgreatly surprised when another note came:

 "If you don't come down, I'm going out to drown myself. P. "

Patty began to be annoyed. The servants must think all this very strange, and yet surely she could not help it. 

"Wait a moment, Delia, " she said. "Please say to Mr. Van Reypen that Iwill see him in the library, at once. "

After a moment she followed the maid downstairs, and went straight to thelibrary, where the young man awaited her. His face lighted up withgladness, as he held out his hand. 

"Forgive me if I was impertinent, " he said, with such a charming air ofapology that Patty had to smile. 

"I forgive the impertinence, " she returned, "but you are making realtrouble for me. "

"What do you mean?" he cried, looking dismayed. 

"I mean that I am your aunt's companion, and trying to earn my livingthereby. Now if you persist in secretly coming to the house, --pardon meif I am frank, --and if you persist in sending foolish notes to me, youraunt will not let me stay here, and I shall lose a good position throughyour unkindness. "

Patty was very much in earnest, and her words were sincere, but herinnate sense of humour couldn't fail to see the ridiculous side of itall, and the corners of her mouth dimpled though she kept her eyesresolutely cast down. 

"It's a shame the way she keeps you tied to her apron string, " he blurtedout, uncertain whether Patty was coquetting, or really distressed. 

"Not at all, " she replied. "I'm here to attend on her pleasure, and myplace is by her side whenever she wants me there. "

"How can any one help wanting you there?" broke out Philip, soexplosively that Patty, instead of being offended, burst into a ringinglaugh. 

"Oh, you are too funny!" she exclaimed. "Mrs. Van Reypen said you weregiven to saying things like that to everybody. "

"I don't say them to everybody!"

"Yes, you do; your aunt says so. But now that you've said it to me, won'tyou go away and stay away?"

"How long?"

Patty thought quickly. "Till next Friday--a week from to-day. "

"Oh, you want to get acclimatised, all by yourself!"

"Yes, " said Patty, demurely, "I do. And if you'll only keep away, --youknow your aunt asked you not to come back for a week, --if you'll keepaway till next Friday, I'll never ask you another favour. "

"Huh! that's no inducement. I love to have you ask me favours. "

"Well, then, I never shall if you don't grant this first one. "

"And if I do?"

"If you do I'll promise you almost anything you ask. "

"That's a large order! Well, if I stay away from this house until you getsolid with Aunty Van----"

"I said a week. "

"Well, to-day's Friday. If I stay away a week will you persuade aunty toinvite me to dinner next Friday night?"

"I will. "

"Can you persuade her to do that?"

"I'm sure I can by that time. "

Patty's eyes were dancing. She had come to Mrs. Van Reypen's on Thursday. She would, therefore, leave on Thursday, and she was sure that lady wouldhave no objections to inviting her nephew to dinner after her"companion's" departure. 

"Are you going to stay?" demanded Philip suspiciously. 

"I'm here a week on trial, " said Patty, demurely. "Your aunt needn't keepme longer if I don't suit her. And I know I won't suit her if she thinksI receive notes from her nephew. "

"Oh, I see! You're here a week on trial, and if I am chummy with youAunty Van won't keep you! Oh, yes! Why, of course! To be sure! Well, MissFairfield, I make this sacrifice for your benefit. I will keep away fromhere during your trial week. Then, in return, you promise to use yourinfluence to get me an invitation to dine here next Friday. "

"I do, " returned Patty. "But do you need an invitation to a house whereyou seem to feel so much at home?"

"Only when you're in it, " declared the young man, frankly. "I think AuntyVan fears I mean to kidnap you. I don't. "

"I'm sure you don't, " said Patty, flashing a smile at him. "I think wecould be good friends, and I hope we shall be. But not until after nextFriday. "

CHAPTER XVI

AN INVITATION DECLINED

Philip Van Reypen went away, and his aunt never knew that he had been toher house on that occasion. 

"I'm glad that boy has sense enough to keep away when I tell him to, " sheremarked at luncheon, and Patty hastily took a sip of water to hide heruncontrollable smile. 

"Yes, he seems to obey you, " she said, by way of being agreeable. 

"He does. He's a good boy, but too impressionable. He's captivated byevery girl he meets, so I warn you again, Miss Fairfield, not to noticehis pretended interest in you. "

Patty tossed her head a little haughtily. 

"Do not be alarmed, Mrs. Van Reypen, " she said, "I have no interestwhatever in your nephew. "

She was a little annoyed at the absurd speeches of the old lady, anddetermined to put a stop to them. 

"I should hope not, " was the reply. "A person in your position should notaspire to association with young gentlemen like my nephew. "

Patty was really angry at this, but her common sense came to her aid. Ifshe elected to play the part of a dependent, she must accept theconsequences. But she allowed herself a pointed rejoinder. 

"Perhaps not, " she said. "Yet I suppose a companion of Mrs. Van Reypen'swould meet only the best people. "

"That, of course. But you cannot meet them as an equal. "

"No, " agreed Patty, meekly. Then to herself she said: "Only a week ofthis! Only six days now. "

That afternoon they went to the dressmaker's. 

Patty put on a smart tailored costume, and almost regretted that she hadleft her white furs at home. But she and Nan had agreed that they weretoo elaborate for her use as a companion, so she wore a small neckpieceand muff of chinchilla. But it suited well her dark-blue cloth suit andplain but chic black velvet hat. 

The dressmaker, an ultra-fashionable modiste, looked at Patty withinterest, recognising in her costume the work of adept hands. 

Moreover, Patty's praise and criticism of Mrs. Van Reypen's new gownsshowed her to be a young woman of taste and knowledge in such matters. 

Both the modiste and her aristocratic patron were a little puzzled atPatty's attitude, which, though modest and deferential, was yet sure andtrue in its judgments and opinions. 

At last, when Mrs. Van Reypen was undergoing some tedious fitting, Pattyhad an inspiration. 

"May I be excused long enough to telephone?" she asked. 

"Certainly, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, who was in high good humour, becauseof her new finery. "Take all the time you like. "

Patty had noticed a telephone booth in the hall, and, shutting herself init, she called up Nan. 

By good fortune Nan was at home, and answered at once. 

"Oh!" began Patty, giggling, "I've so much to tell you, and it's all sofunny, I can't say a word. We're at the dressmaker's now, and I took thischance to call you up, because I won't be overheard. Oh, Nan, it's greatfun!"

"Tell me the principal facts, Patty. And stop giggling. Is she kind toyou? Is she patronising? Have you a pleasant room? Do you want to comehome? Are you happy there?"

"Oh, Nan, wait a minute, for goodness' sake! Yes, she's patronising--shewon't let me speak to her grand nephew. Oh--I don't mean her grandnephew! I mean her grand, gorgeous, extraordinary nephew. But I don'tcare; I've no desire to speak to him. "

"Does he live there?"

"No; and never mind about him, anyway. How are you all? Is father well?Oh, Nan, it seems as if I'd been away from home a year! And what do youthink? I have to dance for her to amuse her!"

"Patty! Not really? Well, you can do that all right. "

"Sure I can! Oh, she's a peach! Don't reprove my slang, Nan; I have to beso precise when I'm on duty. Well, I must say good-by now. I'll write youa long letter as soon as I get a chance. To-night we're going to seeMlle. Thingamajig dance, and to-morrow night, to the opera. So you seeI'm not dull. "

"Oh, Patty, I wish you'd drop it all and come home! I don't like it, andFred doesn't either. "

"Tra-la-la! 'Twill all be over soon! Only six days more. Expect me homenext Thursday afternoon. Love to all. Good-by. Patty!"

Patty hung up the receiver, for she knew if she talked any longer she'dget homesick. The sound of Nan's familiar voice made her long for herhome and her people. But Patty was plucky, and, also, she was doggedlydetermined to succeed this time. 

So she went back to Mrs. Van Reypen with a placid countenance, and satfor an hour or more complimenting and admiring the costumes in process ofconstruction. 

Somehow the afternoon dragged itself away, and the evening, at thetheatre, passed pleasantly enough. 

But the succeeding days went slowly. 

Mrs. Van Reypen was difficult to please. She was fretty, irritable, inconsequent, and unjust. 

What suited her one day displeased her highly the next. 

So long as Patty praised, complimented, and flattered her all went fairlywell. 

But if Patty inadvertently disagreed with her, or expressed a contraryopinion, there was a scene. 

And again, if Patty seemed especially meek and mild Mrs. Van Reypen wouldsay:

"Don't sit there and assent to everything I say! Do have some mind ofyour own! Express an honest opinion, even though it may differ frommine. "

Then, if Patty did this, it would bring down vials of wrath on herinoffensive head. Often she was at her wits' end to know what to say. Buther sense of humour never deserted her, and if she said something, feeling sure she was going to get sorely berated for saying it, she wasable to smile inwardly when the scathing retort was uttered. 

Sunday was an especially hard day. It was stormy, so they could not goout. 

So Mrs. Van Reypen bade Patty read sermons to her. 

When Patty did so she either fell asleep and then, waking suddenly, declared that Patty had been skipping, or else she argued contrary to thedoctrines expressed in the sermons and expected Patty to combat herarguments. 

"I'm tired of hearing you read, " she said, at last. "You do readabominably. First you go along in staccato jerks, then you drone in amonotone. Philip is a fine reader. I love to hear Philip read. I wishhe'd come in to-day. I wonder why he doesn't? Probably because you'rehere. He must have taken a violent dislike to you, Miss Fairfield. "

"Do you think so?" said Patty, almost choking with suppressed laughter atthis version of Philip's attitude toward her. 

"Yes, I'm sure he did. For usually he likes my companions--especially ifthey're pretty. And you're pretty, Miss Fairfield. Not the type I admiremyself, --I prefer brunettes, --but still you are pretty in your own way. "

"Thank you, " said Patty, meekly. 

"And you're especially pretty when you dance. I wish you could dance forme now; but, of course, I wouldn't let you dance on Sunday. That's theworst of Sundays. There's so little one can do. "

"Shall I sing hymns to you?" inquired Patty, gently, for she really feltsorry for the discontented old lady. 

"Yes, if you like, " was the not very gracious rejoinder, and, withoutaccompaniment, Patty sang the old, well-known hymns in her true, sweetvoice. 

The twilight was falling, and, as Patty's soothing music continued, Mrs. Van Reypen fell asleep in her chair. 

Exhausted by a really difficult day Patty also dropped into a doze, andthe two slept peacefully in their chairs in front of the dying embers ofthe wood fire. 

It was thus that Philip Van Reypen found them as he came softly in atfive o'clock. 

"Well, I'll be excused, " he said, to himself, "if I ever saw anything tobeat that!"

His gaze had wandered from his sleeping aunt to Patty, now sound asleepin a big armchair. 

The crimson velvet made a perfect background for her golden curls, a bittumbled by her afternoon exertions at being entertaining. 

Her posture was one of graceful relaxation, and pretty Patty had neverlooked prettier than she did then, asleep in the faint firelight. 

"By Jove!" exclaimed the young man, but not aloud, "if that isn't theprettiest sight ever. I believe there's a tradition that one may kiss alady whom one finds asleep in her chair, but I won't. She's a dear littlegirl, and she shan't be teased. "

Then Mr. Philip Van Reypen deliberately, and noiselessly, lifted anotherlarge armchair and, carefully disposing his own goodly proportioned framewithin it, proceeded to fall asleep himself--or if not really asleep, hegave an exceedingly good imitation of it. 

Patty woke first. As she slowly opened her eyes she saw Philip dimlythrough the now rapidly gathering dusk. 

Quick as a flash she took in the situation, and shut her eyes again, though not until Philip had seen her from beneath his own quivering lids. 

After a time she peeped again. 

"Why play hide-and-seek?" he whispered. 

"What about your promise?" she returned, also under her breath. 

"Had to come. Aunty telephoned for me. "

"Oh!"

Then Mrs. Van Reypen awoke. 

"Who's here?" she cried out. "Oh, Philip, you!"

She heartily kissed her nephew, and then rang for lights and tea. 

"Miss Fairfield, " she said, not untimidly, but with decision, "you areweary and I'm not surprised at it. Go to your room and rest until dinnertime! I will send your tea to you there. "

"Yes, Mrs. Van Reypen, " said Patty, demurely, and, with a slightimpersonal bow to Philip, she left the room. 

"Oh, I say! Aunty Van!" exclaimed the young man, as Patty disappeared, "don't send her away. "

"Be quiet, Philip, " said his aunt. "You know you don't like her, and sheneeds a rest. "

"Don't like her!" echoed Philip. "Does a cat like cream? Aunty Van, what's the matter with you, anyway? Who is she?"

"She's my companion, " was the stern response, "my hired companion, and Ido not wish you to treat her as an equal. "

"Equal! She's superior to anything I've ever seen yet. "

"Oh, you rogue! You say that, or its equivalent, about every girl youmeet. "

"Pooh! Nonsense! But I say, aunty, she'll come down to dinner, won'tshe?"

"Yes--I suppose so. But mind now, Philip, you're not to talk to her as ifshe were of your own class. "

"No'm; I won't. "

Reassured by the knowledge that he should see her again, Philip was mostaffable and agreeable, and chatted with his aunt in a happy frame ofmind. 

Patty, exiled to her own room, decided to write to Nan. 

She filled several sheets with accounts of her doings at Mrs. VanReypen's, and gloated over the fact that there were now but four days ofher week left. 

"I shall win this time, " she wrote, "and, though life here is not a bedof roses, yet it is not so very bad, and when the week is over I shalllook back at it with lots of funny thoughts. Oh, Nan, prepare a fattedcalf for Thursday night, for I shall come home a veritable Prodigal Son!Of course, I don't mean this literally; we have lovely things to eathere, but it's 'hame, hame, fain wad I be. ' I won't write again, I'llprobably get no chance, but send Miller for me at four o'clock onThursday afternoon. "

After writing the letter Patty felt less homesick. It seemed, somehow, tobring Thursday nearer, to write about it. She began to dress for dinner, and, in a spirit of mischief, she took pains to make a most fetchingtoilette. 

Her frock was of white mousseline de soie that twinkled into foolishlittle ruffles all round the hem. 

More tiny frills gambolled around the low-cut circular neck and nestledagainst Patty's soft, round arms. 

Her curly hair was parted, and massed low at the back of her neck, andbehind one ear she tucked a half-blown pink rosebud. 

The long, dreamy day had roused in Patty a contrary wilfulness, and shewas quite ready for fun if any came her way. 

At dinner Mrs. Van Reypen monopolised the conversation. She talked mostlyto Philip, but occasionally addressed a remark to Patty. She wasexceedingly polite to her, but made her feel that her share of theconversation must be formal and conventional. Then she would chatter toher nephew about matters unknown to Patty, and then perhaps again throwan observation about the weather at her "companion. "

Patty accepted all this willingly enough, but Philip didn't. 

He couldn't keep his eyes off Patty, who was looking her very prettiest, and whose own eyes, when she raised them, were full of smiles. 

But in vain he endeavoured to make her talk to him. 

Patty remembered Mrs. Van Reypen's injunctions, and, though herbewitching personality made such effort useless, she tried to beabsolutely and uninterestingly silent. 

"Aunty Van, " said Philip, at last, giving up his attempts to make Pattyconverse, "let's have a little theatre party to-morrow night. Shall us?I'll get a box, and if you and Miss Fairfield will go, I'll bedelighted. "

"I'll go, with pleasure, " replied his aunt, "but Miss Fairfield will beobliged to decline. She has been out late too often since she has beenhere, and she needs rest. So invite the Delafields instead, and that willmake a pleasant quartette. "

For an instant Patty was furiously angry at this summary disposal ofherself, but when she saw Philip's face she almost screamed withlaughter. 

Crestfallen faintly expressed his appearance. He was crushed, and lookedabsolutely stunned. 

"How he is under his aunt's thumb!" thought Patty, secretly disgusted athis lack of self-assertion, but she suddenly changed her mind. 

"Thank you, Aunty Van, " she heard him saying, in a cool, determinedvoice, "but I prefer to choose my own guests. I do not care to ask theDelafields--unless you especially desire it. I am sorry Miss Fairfieldcannot go, but I trust you will honour me with your presence. " Philip hadscored. 

Mrs. Van Reypen well knew if she went alone with her nephew, under suchconditions, he would be sulky all the evening. Nor could she insist onhaving the Delafields asked after the way he had put it. 

She then nobly endeavoured to undo the mischief she had wrought. 

"No, Philip, I don't care especially about the Delafields. And if MissFairfield thinks it will not tire her too much I shall be glad to haveher accept your kindness. "

His kindness, indeed! Patty felt like saying, "Do you know I am PatriciaFairfield, and it is I who confer an honour when I accept an invitation?"

It wasn't exactly pride, but Patty had been brought up in an atmosphereof somewhat old-fashioned chivalry, and it jarred on her sense of thefitness of things to have Philip's invitation to her referred to as a"kindness. "

So she decided to take a stand herself. 

"I thank you for your _kindness_, Mr. Van Reypen, " she said, with justthe slightest emphasis on _kindness_, "but I cannot accept it. I quiteagree with Mrs. Van Reypen that I need rest. "

The speech was absurd on the face of it, for Patty's rosy, dimpled cheeksand sparkling eyes betokened no weariness or lassitude. 

But Mrs. Van Reypen accepted this evidence of the girl's obedience to herwishes, and said:

"You are right, Miss Fairfield, and my nephew will excuse you from hisparty. "

Philip sent her a reproachful glance, and Patty dropped her eyes again, wishing dinner was over. 

At last the ladies left the table, and Philip rose and held aside theportière while his aunt passed through. 

As Patty followed, he detained her a moment, and whispered:

"It is cruel of you to punish me for my aunt's unkindness. "

"I can't help it, " said Patty, and as her troubled eyes met his angryones they both smiled, and peace was restored. 

"After Friday, " whispered Patty, as she went through the doorway. 

"After Friday, " he repeated, puzzled by her words, but reassured by hersmiles. 

And then Mrs. Van Reypen sent Patty to her room for the night, and whenPhilip came to the drawing-room he found he was destined to beentertained by his aunt alone. 

"Of course, " said Patty, to her own reflection in her mirror, "acompanion can't expect to sit with 'the quality, ' but it does seem ashame to dress up pretty like this and then be sent to bed at nineo'clock! Never mind, only three evenings more in this house, and thenvictory for Patty Fairfield!"

CHAPTER XVII

THE ROAD TO SUCCESS

Patty adhered to her resolution not to go to the theatre on Monday night, but when she saw Mrs. Van Reypen and Philip start off she secretlyregretted her decision. 

She loved fun and gaiety, and it suddenly seemed to her that she had beenfoolishly sensitive about Mrs. Van Reypen's attitude toward her. 

However, it couldn't be helped now, so she prepared to spend the eveningreading in the library. 

She would have liked to hold a long telephone conversation with Nan andher father, but she thought she had better not, for there were so manyhouse servants on duty that a maid or a footman would be likely tooverhear her. 

She played the piano and sang a little, then she wandered about the largeand lonely rooms. Patty was a sociable creature, and had never beforespent an evening entirely alone, unless when engaged in some importantand engrossing work. 

But after a while the telephone rang, and when the parlour-maid told herthe call was for her she flew to the instrument with glad anticipation. 

"Hello!" she cried, and "Hello!" returned a familiar voice. 

"Oh, Ken! of all people. How _did_ you know I was here?"

"Oh, I found it out! How are you? May I come to see you?"

"No, indeed! I'm a companion. I'm not expected to have callers. But I'mglad to talk to you this way. I'm alone in the house, except for theservants. "

"Alone! Then let me come up for a few minutes, and chat. "

"No; Mrs. Van Reypen wouldn't like it, I'm sure. But, oh, Ken, I'm makinggood this time! On Thursday the week will be up, and I'll get my fifteendollars. Isn't that gay?"

"You're a plucky girl, Patty, and I congratulate you. Is it very horrid?"

"No, it isn't exactly horrid, but I'm fearfully homesick. But it's onlythree more days now, and won't I be glad to get home!"

"And we'll be glad to have you. The goldfish are dull and moping, and weall want our Patty back again. "

"That's nice of you. But, Ken, how did you know where to find me? I madeNan and father promise not to tell. "

"Well, I may as well confess: I basely worried it out of Miller. I askedhim where he took you to last Thursday afternoon. "

"Oh! I meant to tell him not to tell, but I forgot it. Well, it doesn'tmatter much, as you chanced to strike a time when I'm alone. But don'tcall me up again. I'm not supposed to have any social acquaintances. "

"Good for you, Patty! If you play the game, play it well. I expect you'rea prim, demure companion as ever was. "

"Of course I am. And if the lady didn't have such a fishy nephew I'd getalong beautifully. "

"Oho! A nephew, eh? And he's smitten with your charms, as they always arein novels. "

"Yes, " said Patty, in a simpering tone. 

"Oh, yes! I can't see you, but I know you have your finger in your mouthand your eyes shyly cast down. "

"You're _so_ clever!" murmured Patty, giggling. "But now you may go, Ken, for I don't want to talk to you any more. Come round Thursday night, can't you, and welcome me home?"

"Pooh, you're late with your invitation. Mrs. Fairfield has alreadyinvited me to dinner that very evening. "

"Good! Well, good-by for now. I have reasons for wishing to discontinuethis conversation. "

"And I have reasons for wishing to keep on. If you're tired talking, singto me. "

"'Thou art so near and yet so far, '" hummed Patty, in her clear, sweetvoice. 

"No, don't sing. Central will think you're a concert. Well, good-by tillThursday. "

"Good-by, " said Patty, and hung up the receiver. 

But she felt much more cheerful at having talked with Kenneth, and thecoming days seemed easier to bear. 

They proved, however, to be quite hard enough. 

The very next day, when Patty went down to the breakfast room, determinedto do her best to please Mrs. Van Reypen, she found that lady sufferingfrom an attack of neuralgia. 

Though not a serious one, it seriously affected her temper, and she wascross and irritable to a degree that Patty had never seen equalled. 

She snapped at the servants; she was short of speech to Patty; she foundfault with everything, from the coffee to the cat. 

After breakfast they went to the sunny, pleasant morning room, and Pattymade up her mind to a hard day. 

Then she had an inspiration. She remembered how susceptible Mrs. VanReypen was to flattery, and she determined to see if large doses of itwouldn't cure her ill temper. 

"How lovely your hair is, " said Patty, apropos of nothing. "I do soadmire white hair, and yours is so abundant and of such fine texture. "

As she had hoped, Mrs. Van Reypen smiled in a pleased way. 

"Ah, Miss Fairfield, you should have seen it when I was a girl. It wasphenomenal. But of late years it has come out sadly. "

"You still have quantities, " said Patty, and very truthfully, too, "andits silvery whiteness is so becoming to your complexion. "

"Do you think so?" said Mrs. Van Reypen, smiling most amiably. "I thinkit's much wiser not to colour one's hair, for now-a-days so many peopleturn gray quite young. "

"Yes, they do. I've several friends with gray hair who are very youngwomen indeed. "

"Yes, " agreed the other, comfortably, "white hair no longer indicatesthat a woman is advanced in years. You speak very sensibly, MissFairfield. "

Patty smiled to herself at the success of her little ruse, "And, afterall, " she thought, "I'm telling her only the truth. Her hair is lovely, and she may as well know I appreciate it. "

"Have you ever tried, " she went on, "wearing it in a coronet braid?"

"No; I've thought I should like to, but I've worn puffs so long I don'tknow how to change. "

"Let me do it for you, " said Patty. "I'm sure I could dress it to pleaseyou. At any rate, it would do no harm to try. "

So up they went to Mrs. Van Reypen's dressing room, and Patty spent mostof the morning trying and discussing different modes of hair-dressing. 

Mrs. Van Reypen's maid was present, and she admired Patty's clevernessand deftness at the work. 

"You have a touch, " declared Mrs. Van Reypen, as she surveyed herself bythe aid of a hand-mirror. "You're positively Frenchy in your touch. Wheredid you learn it? Have you ever been a lady's-maid?"

"No, " said Patty, suppressing her smiles, "I never have. But I've spent awinter in Paris, and I picked up some French notions, I suppose. "

"You certainly did. You are clever with your fingers, I can see that. Canyou trim hats?"

"Yes, I can, " said Patty, smiling to herself at the recollection of herexperiences with Mme. Villard. 

"Humph! You seem pretty sure of yourself. I wish you'd trim one for me, then; but I don't want you to spoil the materials. "

"I'll do my best, " said Patty, meekly, and Mrs. Van Reypen instructed hermaid to bring out some boxes. 

"This, " she said, taking up a finished hat, "is one my milliner has justsent home, and I think it a fright. Now here's a last year's hat, but theplumes are lovely. If you could untrim this first one, and transfer theseplumes, and then add these roses--what do you think?"

Secretly Patty thought the new hat was lovely just as it was, but herplan that morning was to humour the testy old lady and, if possible, makeher forget her neuralgic pains. 

So she took the hats, and sat down to rip and retrim them. 

Meantime, Mrs. Van Reypen instructed her maid to practise dressing herhair in the fashion Patty had done it. 

But the maid was not very deft in the art, and soon Patty heard Mrs. VanReypen shrilly exclaiming:

"Stupid! Not that way! You have neither taste nor brains! Place the braidhigher. No, not so high as that! Oh, you _are_ an idiot!"

Deeming it best not to interfere, Patty went on with her work. 

Also, Mrs. Van Reypen went on with her scolding, which so upset thelong-suffering maid that she fell to weeping and thereby roused hermistress to still greater ire. 

"Crying, are you!" she exclaimed. "If you had such a painful neck andshoulder as I have you well might cry. But to cry about nothing! Bah!Leave me, and do not return until you can be pleasant. Miss Fairfield, will you please finish putting up my hair?"

Patty laid down her work, and did as she was requested. She was sorry forthe maid and incensed at Mrs. Van Reypen's injustice and disagreeableness, but she felt intuitively that it was the best plan to be, herself, kindand affable. 

"Oh, yes, I'll do it!" she said, pleasantly. "Your hat is almostfinished, and we can try it on with your hair done this way. I'm sure theeffect will be charming. "

Mollified at this, Mrs. Van Reypen smiled benignly on her companion, andalso smiled admiringly at her own mirrored reflection. 

"Now, " said Patty, as, a little later, she brought the completed hat forinspection, "I will try this on and see how it looks. "

Mrs. Van Reypen seated herself again in front of her dressing mirror, andwith gestures worthy of Madame Villard herself, Patty placed the hat onher head. 

"It's most becoming, " began Patty, when Mrs. Van Reypen interrupted her. 

"Becoming?" she cried. "It is dreadful! It is _fearful_. It makes me looklike an old woman!"

With an angry jerk she snatched the offending hat from her head and threwit across the room. 

Patty was about to give a horrified exclamation when the funny side of itstruck her, and she burst into laughter. Mrs. Van Reypen was really anelderly lady, and her angry surprise at being made to look like oneseemed very funny to Patty. 

But in a moment she understood the case. 

She had thought the hat in question of too youthful a type for Mrs. VanReypen, and in retrimming it had made it more subdued and of a quieter, more elderly fashion. 

But she now realised that she had been expected to make it of even gayereffect than it had shown at first. This was an easy matter, and pickingup the hat she straightened it out, and hastily catching up a bunch ofpink roses and a glittering buckle, she said:

"Oh, it isn't finished yet; these other trimmings I want to put in placewhile the hat is on your head. "

"Oh, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, only half-convinced. 

But she sat down again, and Patty replaced the hat, and then adjusted theroses and the buckle, giving the whole a dainty, pretty effect, whichthough over-youthful, perhaps, was really very becoming to thefine-looking old lady. 

"Charming!" she exclaimed, letting her recent display of bad temper gowithout apology. "I felt sure you could do it. This afternoon we will goout to the shops and buy some materials, and you shall make me anotherhat. "

They did so, and, though it meant an afternoon of rather strenuousshopping, Patty didn't mind it much, for Mrs. Van Reypen couldn't flyinto a rage in the presence of the salespeople. 

And so the days dragged by. Patty had hard work to keep her own temperwhen her employer was unreasonably cross and snappish, but she stuck toher plan of flattering her, and it worked well more often than not. 

Nor was she insincere. There were so many admirable qualities and traitsof Mrs. Van Reypen that she really admired, it was easy enough to tellher so, and invariably the lady was pleased. 

But she often broke out into foolish, unjustifiable rages, and then Pattyhad to wait meekly until they passed over. 

But when, at last, Wednesday evening had gone by, and she went to herroom, knowing it was the last night she should spend under that roof, shewas glad indeed. 

"Another week of this would give me nervous prostration!" she said toherself. "But to-morrow my week is up, and that means Success! I havereally and truly succeeded in earning my own living for a week, and I'mglad and proud of it. I knew I should succeed, but I confess I didn'tthink I'd score so many failures first. But perhaps that makes my successall the sweeter. Anyway, I'm jolly glad I'm going home to-morrow. Wow!but I'm homesick. "

Then she tumbled into bed, and soon forgot her homesickness in a sound, dreamless sleep. 

Patty had been uncertain whether to tell Mrs. Van Reypen the true storyof her week of companionship or not; but on Thursday morning she decidedshe would do so. 

And, as it chanced, after breakfast Mrs. Van Reypen herself opened theway for Patty's confidences. 

"Miss Fairfield, " she said, as they sat down in the library, "you knowour trial week is up to-day. "

"Yes, Mrs. Van Reypen, and you remember that either of us has theprivilege of terminating our engagement to-day. "

"I do remember, and, though I fear you will be greatly disappointed, Imust tell you that I have decided that I cannot keep you as mycompanion. "

As Patty afterward told Nan, she was "struck all of a heap. "

She had been wondering how she should persuade Mrs. Van Reypen to let hergo, and now the lady was voluntarily dismissing her! It was so sudden andso unexpected that Patty showed her surprise by her look of blankamazement. 

"I knew you'd feel dreadful about it, " went on Mrs. Van Reypen, with realregret in her tone, "but I cannot help it. You are not, by nature, fittedfor the position. You are--I don't exactly know how to express it, butyou are not of a subservient disposition. "

"No, " said Patty, "I'm not. But I have tried to do as you wanted me to. "

"Yes, I could see that. But you are too high-strung to be successful in aposition of this kind. You should be more deferential in spirit as wellas in manner. Do I make myself clear?"

"You do, Mrs. Van Reypen, " said Patty, smiling; "so clear that I am goingto tell you the truth about this whole business. I'm not really obligedto earn my own living. I have a happy home and loving parents. My father, though not a millionaire, is wealthy and generous enough to supply all mywants, and the reason I took this position with you is a special andpeculiar one, which I will tell you about if you care to hear. "

"You sly puss!" cried Mrs. Van Reypen, with a smile that indicated reliefrather than dismay at Patty's revelation. "Then you've been onlymasquerading as a companion?"

"Yes, " said Patty, smiling back at her, "that's about the size of it. "

CHAPTER XVIII

HOME AGAIN

After Patty had told Mrs. Van Reypen the whole story of her efforts toearn her living for a week, and why she had undertaken such a thing, shefound herself occupying a changed place in that lady's regard. 

"It was fine of you, perfectly fine!" Mrs. Van Reypen declared, "tosacrifice yourself, your tastes, and your time for a noble end likethat. "

"Don't praise me more than I deserve, " said Patty, smiling. "I did beginthe game with a charitable motive, but I thought it was going to be easy. When I found it difficult I fear I kept on rather from stubbornness thananything else. "

"I don't call it stubbornness, Miss Fairfield; I call it commendableperseverance, and I'm glad you've told me your story. Of course, Iwouldn't have wished you to tell me at first, for had I known it Iwouldn't have taken you. But you have honestly tried to do your workwell, and you succeeded as well as you could. But, as I told you, you arenot made for that sort of thing. Your disposition is not that of asubordinate, and I am glad you do not really have to be one. You haveearned your salary this week, however, and I gladly pay you the fifteendollars we agreed upon. "

Mrs. Van Reypen handed Patty the money, and as the girl took it she said, earnestly: "As you may well believe, Mrs. Van Reypen, this money meansmore to me than any I have ever before received in my life. It is thefirst I have ever earned by my own exertions, and, unless I meet withreverses of fortune, it will probably be the last. But, more than that, it proves my success in the somewhat doubtful enterprise I undertook andit assures a chance, at least, of another girl's success in life. "

"I am greatly interested in your young art student, " went on Mrs. VanReypen. "Can you not bring her to see me when she comes, and perhaps Imay be of use to her in some friendly way?"

"How good you are!" exclaimed Patty. 

She was surprised at the complete change of demeanour in Mrs. Van Reypen, though of course she realised it was due to the fact that she was nowlooked upon as a social equal and not a dependent. 

"It is all so uncertain yet, " Patty went on. "I don't know exactly how weare to persuade the girl to come North at all. She is of a proud andsensitive nature that would reject anything like charity. "

"Well, you will doubtless arrange the matter somehow, and when you do, remember that I shall be glad to help in any way I can. "

"Thank you very much, " said Patty. "It may be that you can indeed helpus. And now, Mrs. Van Reypen, mayn't I read to you, or something? Youknow my week isn't up until this afternoon. "

"Not literally, perhaps; but for the few hours that are left of your staywith me I shall look upon you as a guest, not a 'companion. ' And as Ialways like to entertain my guests pleasantly, I shall, if you agree, telephone for Philip to come to luncheon with us. "

The old lady's eyes twinkled at the idea of Philip's surprise at thechanged conditions, and Patty smiled, too, as she expressed her assent. 

When Philip arrived he was, of course, amazed at his aunt's demeanour. She not only seemed to approve of Miss Fairfield, but treated her as anhonoured guest and seemed more than willing that Philip should chatsocially with her. Soon she explained to him the cause of her suddenchange of attitude. 

Philip laughed heartily. "I suspected something of the sort, " he said. "Miss Fairfield didn't strike me as being of the 'thankful and willin' toplease' variety. She tried her best, but her deference was forced and hermeekness assumed. "

"But she did it well, " said Mrs. Van Reypen. 

"Oh, yes; very well. Still I like her better in her natural rôle ofsociety lady. "

"Oh, not that!" protested Patty. "I'm not really a society lady. In fact, I'm not 'out' yet. I'm just a New York girl. "

"Were you born here?" asked Mrs. Van Reypen. 

"No, " said Patty, laughing; "I was born South, and I've only lived Northabout five years. One of those I've spent abroad, and one or two outsideof New York. So when I say I'm a New York girl I only mean that I livehere now. "

"Mayn't I come to see you?" asked Philip. "Where do you live?"

"I live on Seventy-second Street, " said Patty, "and you may come to teasome Wednesday if you like. That's my mother's 'day, ' and I often receivewith her. "

"I see you're well brought up, " said Mrs. Van Reypen, nodding her headapprovingly. "I'm a bit surprised though that your mother allowed you toundertake this escapade. "

"Well, you see, she's my stepmother--she's only six years older than Iam. So she hasn't much jurisdiction over me; and as for my father--well, really, I ran away!"

The luncheon was a merry feast, for Mrs. Van Reypen made a gala affair ofit, and, though there were but the three at table, there was extraelaboration of viands and decorations. 

Philip Van Reypen was in his gayest humour, and his aunt was beaming andaffable. 

So they were really sorry when it was time for Patty to say good-by. 

At four o'clock Miller came for her, and when Patty saw the familiarmotor-car her homesickness came back like a big wave, and with farewells, speedy though cordial, she gladly let Philip hand her into the limousine. 

"Home, Miller!" she said, with a glad ring in her voice, and then, with afinal bow and smile to the Van Reypens, she started off. 

"Discharged!" she thought, smiling to herself. "Didn't give satisfaction!Too high-falutin to be a companion! Huh, Patty Fairfield, I don't thinkyou're much of a success!"

She was talking to the reflection of herself in the small mirror oppositeher face, but the happy and smiling countenance she saw there didn'ttally with her remarks. "Oh, well, " she thought, "I only agreed to earnmy living for a week, and I've done it--I've done it!"

She opened her purse to make sure the precious fifteen dollars was stillthere, and she looked at it proudly. She had more money than that inanother part of her purse, but no bills could ever look so valuable asthe ten and five Mrs. Van Reypen had paid her. 

At last she reached home, and as she ran up the steps the door flew open, and she saw Nan and her father, with smiling faces, awaiting her. 

"Oh, people!" she cried. "Oh, you _dear_ people!"

She flung herself indiscriminately into their open arms, embracing bothat once. 

Then she produced her precious bills, and, waving them aloft, cried:

"I've succeeded! I've really succeeded! Behold the proofs of Patty'ssuccess!"

"Good for you, girlie!" cried her father. "You have succeeded, indeed!But don't you ever dare cut up such a prank again!"

"No, don't!" implored Nan. "I've had the most awful time the whole week!Every night Fred vowed he was going to bring you home, and I had to beghim not to. I wanted you to win, --and I felt sure you would thistime, --but you owe it to me. For if I hadn't worked so hard to prevent ityour father would have gone after you long ago----"

"Good for you, Nan!" cried Patty. "You've been a trump! You've helped methrough every time, in all my failures and in my one success. Oh, I've somuch to tell you of my experiences! They were awfully funny. "

"They'll keep till later, " said Nan. "You must run and dress now; Ken andthe Farringtons are coming to dinner to help us celebrate your success. "

So Patty went dancing away to her own room, singing gaily in her delightat being once more at home. 

"Oh, you booful room!" she cried, aloud, as she reached her own door. "All full of pretty _homey_ things, and fresh flowers, and my own dearbooks and pictures, and--and everything!"

She threw herself on the couch and kissed the very sofa cushions in herjoy at seeing them again. 

Then she made her toilette, and put on one of her prettiest and mostbecoming frocks. 

"Oh, daddy, dear, " she cried, meeting him in the hall on her way down, "it has done me lots of good to be homeless for a week! I appreciate myown dear home so much more. "

"But you were away from it for a year. "

"Oh, that's different! Travelling or visiting is one thing, but workingfor your living is quite another! Oh, _don't_ lose all your fortune, willyou, father? I don't want to have to go out into the cold world and earnmy own support. "

"Then it isn't as easy as you thought it was?"

"Oh, dear no! It isn't easy at all! It's dreadful! Every way I tried wasworse than every other. But I succeeded, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. You fulfilled your part of the contract, and when the timecomes I'm ready to fulfil mine. "

"We'll have to see Mr. Hepworth about that, " replied Patty. 

Then Kenneth and the two Farringtons came, and the wonderful fifteendollars had to be shown to them, and they had to be told all aboutPatty's harrowing experiences. 

"I'll never again express an opinion on matters I don't know anythingabout, " declared Patty. "Just think! I only said I thought it would be_easy_ to earn fifteen dollars a week, and look what I've been through inconsequence! But I've won at last!"

"Plucky Patty!" said Kenneth, appreciatively. "I knew you'd win if ittook all summer!"

"But it wasn't a complete triumph, " confessed Patty, "for she wouldn'thave kept me another week. She practically discharged me to-day. "

"Fired?" cried Roger, in glee. "Fired from your last place! Wanted, asituation! Oh, Patty, you do beat all!"

Then Patty told them of her own surprise when Mrs. Van Reypen told hershe would not do as a permanent companion, and they all laughed heartilyat the funny description she gave of the scene. 

"Never mind, " said her father, "you fulfilled the conditions. A week wasthe stipulated time, and nothing was said about your outlook for a secondweek. "

The next night Mr. Hepworth came, and the whole story was told over againto him. He didn't take it so lightly as the young people had done, butlooked at Patty sympathetically, and said:

"Poor little girl, you did have a hard time, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, " replied Patty, "though nobody else seems to realise that. "

The kindness in Mr. Hepworth's glance seemed to bring back to her allthose long, lonely, weary hours, and she felt grateful that one, atleast, understood what she had suffered. 

"It was worth spending that awful week to achieve your purpose, " he wenton, "but I well know how hard it was for a home-loving girl like you. AndI fancy it was none too easy to find yourself at the beck and call ofanother woman. "

"No, it wasn't, " said Patty, surprised at his insight. "How did you knowthat?"

"Because you are an independent young person, and accustomed to orderingyour own times and seasons. So I'm sure to be obedient to another'sorders was somewhat galling. "

"It was _so_!" and Patty's emphatic nod of her head proved to Mr. Hepworth that he had struck a true chord. 

"And now, " said Mr. Fairfield, "when can I make my offer good? How can weinduce the rising young artist to come to the metropolis to seek fame andfortune?"

"It will be difficult, " said Mr. Hepworth, "as she is not only proud andsensitive, but very shy. I think if Mrs. Fairfield would write one of herkind and tactful letters that Miss Farley would be persuaded by it. "

"Why can't I write a kind and tactful letter?" asked Patty. "It's mypicnic. "

"You couldn't write a tactful letter to save your life, " said Mr. Hepworth, looking at her with a grave smile. 

Patty returned his look, and she wondered to herself why she wasn't angrywith him for making such a speech. 

But, as she well knew, when Mr. Hepworth made a seemingly rude speech itwasn't really rude, but it was usually true. 

She knew herself she couldn't write such a letter as this occasionrequired, and she knew that Nan could. So she smiled meekly at Mr. Hepworth, and said:

"No, I couldn't. But Nan can be tactful to beat the band!"

"Oh, Patty!" said her father. "Did you talk like that to Mrs. Van Reypen?No wonder she discharged you!"

"No, I didn't, daddy; truly I didn't. I never used a word of slang thatwhole week, except one day when I talked to Nan over the telephone. "

"Soon you'll be old enough to begin to think it's time to stop using itat all, " observed Mr. Hepworth, and again Patty took his mild reproof ingood part. 

"Well, I'll write, " said Nan. "Shall I ask Miss Farley to come to visitus? Won't she think that rather queer?"

"Don't put it just that way, " advised Mr. Hepworth. "Say that you, as afriend of mine, are interested in her career. And say that if she willcome to New York for a week and stay with you, you think you can help hermake arrangements for a course in the Art School. Your own tact willdress up the idea so as to make it palatable to her pride. "

"Won't it be fun?" exclaimed Patty. "It will be almost like adopting asister. What is she like, Mr. Hepworth? Like me?"

"She is about as unlike you as it is possible for a girl to be. She isvery slender, dark, and timid, with the air of a frightened animal. "

"I'll scare her to death, " declared Patty, with conviction. "I'm sure Ishall! I don't mean on purpose, but I'm so--so _sudden_, you know. "

"Yes, you are, " agreed Mr. Hepworth, as he joined in the generallaughter. "But that 'suddenness' of yours is a quality that I wish MissFarley possessed. It is really a sort of brave impulse and quickdetermination that makes you dash into danger or enterprise of any kind. "

"And win!" added Patty saucily. 

"Yes, and win--after a time. "

"Oh well, " she replied, tossing her head, "Mr. Bruce's spider made sevenattempts before he succeeded. So I think my record's pretty fair. "

"I think so, too, " said Mr. Hepworth, heartily. "And I congratulate youon your plucky perseverance and your indomitable will. You put up a bravefight, and you won. I know how you suffered under that petty tyranny, andyour success in such circumstances was a triumph!"

"Thank you, " said Patty, greatly pleased at this sincere praise from onewhom she so greatly respected. "It would have been harder still if Ihadn't had a good sense of humour. Lots of times when I wanted to cry Ilaughed instead. "

"Hurrah for you, Patty girl!" cried her father. "I'd rather you'd have agood sense of humour than a talent for spatter-work!"

"Oh, you back number!" exclaimed Patty. "They don't do spatter-work now, daddy. "

"Well, china painting--or whatever the present fad is. "

But Mr. Hepworth seemed not to place so high a value on a sense ofhumour, for he said, gravely:

"I congratulate you on your steadfastness of purpose, which is one of thefinest traits of your character. "

"Thank you, " said Patty, with dancing eyes. "You give it a nice name. Butit is a family trait with us Fairfields, and has usually been called'stubbornness. '"

"Well, " supplemented her father, "I'm sure that's just as good a name. "

CHAPTER XIX

CHRISTINE COMES

With her usual tact and cleverness, Nan managed the whole mattersuccessfully. She wrote to the friends of Mr. Hepworth in the South whowere interested in Miss Farley, and they persuaded the girl to go Northfor a week and see if she could see her way clear to staying there. 

As it turned out, Miss Farley had some acquaintances in New York, andwhen their invitation was added to that of Mrs. Fairfield, she decided tomake the trip. 

Patty and Nan made ready for her with great care and kindness. A guestroom was specially prepared for her use, and Patty adorned it with someof her own pet pictures, a few good casts, and certain bits ofbric-à-brac that she thought would appeal to an "art student. "

"If Mr. Hepworth hadn't said the girl had real talent I'd be hopeless ofthe whole thing, " said Nan, "for I do think the most futile sort of youngwoman is the one who dabbles in Art, with a big A. "

"Oh, Christine Farley isn't that sort, " declared Patty. "I don't believeshe wears her hair tumbling down and a Byron collar with a big, blackribbon bow at her throat. I used to see that sort copying in the artgalleries in Paris, and they _are_ hopeless. But I imagine Miss Farley isa tidy little thing and her genius is too real for those near-arteffects. "

"Well, then, I'll put this photograph of the Hermes in here in place ofthis fiddle-de-dee Art Calendar. She'll like it better. "

"Of course she will. And I'm going to put a pretty kimono and slippers inthe wardrobe. Probably she won't have pretty ones, and I know she'll love'em. "

"If you owned a white elephant, Patty, you'd get a kimono for it, wouldn't you?"

"'Course I would. I love kimonos--pretty ones. And besides, it would fitan elephant better than a Directoire gown would. "

"Patty! What a goose you are! There, now the room looks lovely! Theflowers are just right--not too many and just in the right places. "

"Yes, " agreed Patty; "if she doesn't like this room I wash my hands ofher. But she will. "

And she did. When the small, shy Southern girl arrived that afternoon, and Patty herself showed her up to her room, she seemed to respond atonce to the warm cosiness of the place. 

"It's just such a room as I've often imagined, but I've never seen, " shesaid, smiling round upon the dainty, attractive appointments. 

"You dear!" cried Patty, throwing her arms round her guest and kissingher. 

When she had first met Christine downstairs she was embarrassed herselfat the Southern girl's painful shyness. 

When Miss Farley had tried to speak words of greeting a lump came intoher throat and she couldn't speak at all. 

To put her more at her ease Patty had led her at once upstairs, and nowthe presence of only warm-hearted Patty and the view of the welcomingroom made her forget her embarrassment and seem more like her naturalself. 

"I cannot thank you, " she began. "I am a bit bewildered by it all. "

"Of course you are, " said Patty, cheerily. "Don't bother about thanks. And don't feel shy. Let's pretend we've known each other for years--longenough to use first names. May I take your hat off, Christine?"

Tears sprang to Christine Farley's eyes at this whole-souled welcome, andshe said:

"You make me ashamed of my stupid shyness. Really I'll try to overcomeit--Patty. "

And soon the two girls were chatting cosily and veritably as if they hadbeen acquainted a long time. 

Presently Nan came in. "If you prefer, Miss Farley, " she said, "youneedn't come down to dinner to-night. I'll have a tray sent up here. Iknow you're tired with your journey. "

"No, thank you, Mrs. Fairfield; I'm not tired--and I think I'll go down. "

The girl would have greatly preferred to accept the offer of dining inher own room, but she felt it her duty to conquer the absurd timiditywhich made her dread facing strangers at dinner. 

"I'll be glad if you will, " said Nan, simply. "Mr. Fairfield will like towelcome you, and Mr. Hepworth will be the only other guest. You are notafraid of him?"

"Oh, no, " said Christine, her face lighting up at thought of her kindfriend. "He has been so good to me. His criticisms of my work helped memore than any of my teachers'. "

"Yes, he is an able artist and a man of true kindness and worth, " agreedNan. "Very well, Miss Farley, we dine at seven. "

"Now, Nan, " began Patty, smiling, "that's the wrong tone. We're going tomake this girlie feel homelike and comfortable and omit all formality. We're going to call her by her first name, and we're going to treat heras one of ourselves. Now you just revise that little speech of 'We dineat seven, Miss Farley. '"

"All right, " said Nan, quickly catching Patty's idea. "I'm glad to reviseit. How's this? Dinner's at seven, Christine, but you hop into yourclothes and come on down earlier. "

"That's a lot better, " said Patty, approvingly patting her stepmother'sshoulder, while Christine Farley, who was all unaccustomed to this sortof raillery, looked on in admiration. 

"You see, " she said, "I've only very plain clothes. I'm not at allfamiliar with the ways of society, or even of well-to-do people. "

"Oh, pooh!" said Patty, emphatically, if not very elegantly. "Don't youbother about that in this house. Trot out your frocks and I'll tell youwhat to put on. "

After some consideration she selected a frock of that peculiar shadeknown as "ashes of roses. " It was of soft merino and made very simply, with long, straight lines. 

"Do you like that?" said Christine, looking pleased. "That's my newestone, and I designed it myself. See, I wear this with it. "

She took from her box a dull silver girdle and chatelaine of antique, carved silver, and a comb for her hair of similar style. 

"Lovely!" cried Patty. "Oh, you're an artist, all right! Dress your hairlow--in a soft coil; but of course you know how to do that. I'll sendLouise to hook you up, and I'll come back for you when I'm dressed. Good-by for now. "

Waving her hand gaily, laughing Patty ran away to her own room, andChristine sank down in a big chair to collect her senses. 

It was all so new and strange to her. Brought up in the plainestcircumstances, the warmth and light and fragrance of this home seemed toher like fairyland. 

And Nan and Patty, in their gay moods and their happy self-assuredness, seemed as if of a different race of beings from herself. 

"But I'll learn it, " she thought, with a determination which she hadrarely felt and scarce knew she possessed. Her nature was one that neededa spur or help from another, and then she was ready to do her part, too. 

But she could not take the initiative. And now, realising thedisinterested kindness of these good people, her sense of gratitude madeher resolve to meet their kindness with appreciation. 

"Yes, " she said to herself, as she deftly dressed her hair in front ofthe mirror, "I'll conquer this silly timidity if it kills me! I'll takePatty Fairfield for a model, and I'll acquire that very same ease andgrace that she has. "

Christine was imitative by nature, and it seemed to her now that shecould never feel stupidly embarrassed again. 

But after Patty came to take her downstairs, and as they neared thedrawing-room door, the foolish shyness all returned, and she was whiteand trembling as she crossed the hall. 

"Brace up, " whispered Patty, understanding, "you're looking lovely, Christine. Now be gay and chattery. "

"Chattery, " indeed! Her tongue seemed paralysed, her very neck feltstrained and stiff, and she stumbled over the rug in her effort to stoptrembling. In her own room, alone with Patty and Nan, she had overcomethis, but now, in the brilliantly lighted drawing-room and the presenceof other people, the terrible timidity returned, and Christine made amost unsuccessful entrance. 

But Mr. Fairfield ignored the girl's embarrassment, and said, cordiallybut quietly: "How do you do, Miss Farley? I am very glad to welcome youhere. "

His kind handclasp reassured her even more than his pleasant words, andthen Mr. Hepworth greeted her. 

"You did well to come, " he said. "I am glad to see you in New York atlast. "

But Christine couldn't recover herself, and so, as the kindest thing todo, the rest rather let her alone and chatted on other subjects. 

Gradually she grew less agitated, and as their merry chit-chat waxed gayand frivolous, her determination returned, that she, too, would acquirethis accomplishment. 

Then dinner was announced, and, though outwardly calm, the Southern girlwas inwardly in great trepidation lest she commit some ignorant error inetiquette. 

But she was of gentle birth and breeding, and innately refined, so sheknew intuitively regarding all points, save perhaps some modern triflesof conventional usage. 

Nan, who was watching her, though unobserved, led the conversation aroundto subjects in which Christine might be likely to be interested, and wasrewarded at last by seeing the girl's face light up with an enjoymentunmarred by self-consciousness. 

Gradually she was induced to take some part in their talk, and once shetold an anecdote of her own experience without seeming aware of herunusual surroundings. 

"She'll do, " thought Patty. "It isn't ignorance or inexperience that'sthe greatest trouble; it's just ingrowing shyness, and she's got to getover it; I'll see that she does, too!"

Mr. Hepworth read Patty's unspoken thoughts in her eyes and noddedapproval. 

Patty nodded back with a dimpling smile, and Christine, seeing it, vowedafresh to gain the ability to do that sort of thing herself. 

For all Southern girls have a touch of the coquette in their natures, butpoor Christine's was nearly choked out by the weeds of timidity andself-consciousness. 

After dinner it was easier. They went to the cosy library, and theatmosphere seemed more informal. 

Mr. Hepworth brought up the subject of Miss Farley's work, and she waspersuaded to fetch some sketches to show them. 

Though not able to appreciate the fine points of promise as Mr. Hepworthdid, they were all greatly pleased with them, and Mr. Fairfield declaredthem wonderful. 

In her own field Christine was fearless and quite sure of herself. 

She talked intelligently about pictures, and many pleasant plans weremade for taking her to see several collections then on exhibition, aswell as to the Metropolitan and other art galleries. 

Nan and Patty exchanged pleased glances as Christine talked eagerly, andwith shining eyes and pink cheeks, about her own aims and ambitions. 

Mr. Hepworth was responsive, and advised her on some minor points, butthe great question of her art education in New York was not touched uponthat first evening. 

Christine had grown almost gay in her chatter, when Kenneth wasannounced. Like a sensitive plant at a human touch, she lost all herpoise, her face turned white, and her lips quivered as she braced herselffor the ordeal of meeting a stranger. 

"Oh!" thought Patty, almost disgusted at this foolishness, "she is thelimit!"

But Nan appreciated more truly the real state of the case, and knew thatChristine had borne just about all she could, and that owing to physicalfatigue and mental strain her nerves were just about ready to give way. 

"How do you do, Kenneth?" said Nan, airily. "Too bad you didn't comeearlier. I am just taking our little guest away from this admiring crowd, who are tiring her all out with their admiration. She may just say'howdy' to you, and then I'm going to carry her off. Miss Farley, this isour Kenneth--Mr. Harper. "

Stimulated by Nan's support and by the sudden chance for release, Christine managed to acknowledge the introduction prettily enough, andthen gladly let Nan take her upstairs to bed. 

"I'm sorry I'm so horrid, " said the girl, as Nan helped her take off hergown. 

"Nonsense!" replied Nan, cheerily. "You weren't horrid a bit. You lookedlovely and behaved like a little lady. Your nerves are overwrought, and Idon't wonder. Just tumble into bed, dearie, and forget everything in allthe world, except that you're among warm friends. "

Nan had most comforting ways, and soon Christine forgot her troubles in ahappy sleep. 

Meantime, Kenneth was admiring her sketches. "Whew!" he said, "she's agenius all right. But such a shy little mouse never can succeed as anartist. "

"Yes, she will!" declared Patty. "Her shyness will wear off in New York. I'm going to eradicate it from her make-up somehow, and then we're goingto make a famous artist of her. "

"You can be a great help to her, Patty, " said Mr. Hepworth. "If any onemakes Christine think she can do things, she can do them. "

"Yes, I see that already, " agreed Patty, "and I'm going to be the one tomake her think she can do them. "

"Huh!" teased Kenneth. "You think you can make anybody think they thinkanything!"

"Sure!" said Patty, complacently. 

"Well, don't teach Miss Farley to talk slang, " said Mr. Fairfield, laughing, "for it would be too incongruous with that Madonna face ofhers. "

"She is like a Madonna, isn't she?" said Patty, thoughtfully. "I've beentrying to think what her face reminded me of. "

"Yes, she is, " said Mr. Hepworth, "and as I feel pretty sure you can'tteach her to use slang, why don't you take this occasion to discontinuethe use of it yourself?"

"Can't do it, " returned Patty. "There are times in my mad career whennothing expresses what I want to say so well as a mild bit of slang. Inever say anything very dreadful. "

"Of course you don't, " declared Kenneth, who loved to take Patty's partagainst Mr. Hepworth. "Why, you wouldn't be 'Our Patty' if you used onlydictionary English. All the slang Miss Farley gets from you will do hergood rather than harm. She needs it in her make-up. "

"I agree with the spirit of that, if not the letter, " said Mr. Hepworth, kindly; and Patty said:

"Yes, she needs to be jollied; and, you take it from me, she's going toget jollied!"

CHAPTER XX

A SATISFACTORY CONCLUSION

As Nan had surmised, Christine was worn out by her day of fatigue andexcitement, and the next morning found her possessed of better mentalpoise and a more placid manner. 

And as more days went by the girl improved greatly in demeanour andbearing, and lost, to a great degree, her look of startled fear andpainful self-consciousness. Of course this was not accomplishedcompletely, or all at once, but helped by the kind gentleness of Nan andaffectionate chaffing of Patty, Christine grew more accustomed to thepleasant social atmosphere into which she had been so suddenly thrown. 

They visited picture galleries and went to the shops, and went drivingand motoring, and though Christine could not be persuaded to go toafternoon teas, or to formal luncheons, yet she enjoyed the pleasures shehad and grew every day more at her ease in society. 

Her own determination helped her greatly. She purposed to yet become asunaffected and un-self-conscious as Patty, and, though she knew she couldnever acquire Patty's inborn gaiety of spirit, she resolved to come asnear to it as she could with her naturally quiet disposition. 

The two girls became fast friends, and, after a few days, Patty venturedto broach the subject of Christine's career. 

To her surprise, Christine was quite ready to talk about it, and askedPatty's advice as to ways and means. 

"I've already learned, " she said, "that I have some talent and that Ineed the instruction and experience that I can get here and cannot get athome. When I once make up my mind to a thing I spare no effort to achieveit, and now I'm determined to get an art education by some manner ormeans!"

"Hooray for you!" cried Patty, for Christine's cheeks glowed and her eyessparkled with the force of her speech. "That's the way to talk!Christine, you do me proud! Now, go on; what have you in mind? Tell yourAunt Patty all about it. "

Christine smiled at Patty's funny little ways, but she went on bravely:

"I want to stay in New York for a year, at least. I'm afraid ofit--desperately so. The very sound of the traffic scares me out of mywits. But I'm going to conquer that, and I'm going to conquer my shynessand timidity and all the foolish things that stand in my way. "

"That's the ticket!" cried Patty, clapping her hands. "Good oldChristine! Go in and win!"

"Wait a bit, Patty. That's all very well so far as determination and willare concerned. And I can do it. My will is strong, and I know I'm startednow on the right track. But--there are many hard facts to face. There's asordid side to the question that can't be solved by will-power anddetermination. Mr. Hepworth thinks I can get a scholarship practicallywithout cost; but, in addition to that, I have to pay my board, you know, and I have very little money. My dear old father can send me a smallallowance, but we are a large family, and he is not rich. So I want toknow if you think I could earn enough by some work outside my classes topay my board--say, about fifteen dollars a week. Do you?"

Patty couldn't help it. This question from Christine was too much!

She was sitting on a couch, and she put her head down into a big, softpillow, and shook with laughter. Did _she_ think a girl could earnfifteen dollars a week? _Did_ she, indeed? With a strange sound between agurgle and a choke, she ran out of the room. 

Not for worlds would she have Christine think she was laughing at her, soin a moment she had straightened her grinning face, smothered hergiggles, and returned, saying:

"Excuse me, please; I had a sudden choking spell. What were you saying?"

"You poor dear! Mayn't I get you a glass of water?"

"No, thanks; I'm all right now. As to your question--no, Christine, I do_not_ think you could earn fifteen dollars a week! No, nor fifteen centsa week, while you're occupied with your lessons. "

Christine looked aghast. "Oh, Patty!" she said. "Then what am I to do? Ithought you'd say, yes, I could earn that sum easily. "

Again Patty wanted to laugh. A month ago she would have said that verything. 

"Christine, " she said, gently, "listen to me. We Fairfields and Mr. Hepworth all take an interest in you and in your career. We all feel sureyou will yet be a great artist. Of course, our belief is founded on Mr. Hepworth's assertions, but we know he is capable of judging. Now you musthave that year of study, and by that time Mr. Hepworth feels sure you canearn quite a lot of money by illustrating, and whatever he thinks goes!"

"Well, " said Christine, as Patty paused, uncertain how to proceed. 

"Well, you see, " went on Patty, suddenly deciding that the plain, outspoken facts were best, "father has offered to pay your board for ayear at some nice, pleasant boarding-house, and----Mercy! _What's_ thematter?"

For Christine had turned first a blazing, fiery red, and then as white aschalk, and seemed about to tumble off her chair. 

"Brace up there!" cried Patty, shaking her by the shoulder. "Don't youfaint or do anything silly! I take it all back. Father wouldn't do such athing!"

"You misunderstand!" said Christine, smiling faintly through now rapidlyfalling tears. "I almost fainted from sheer gladness. "

"Oh! I thought you were angry and offended and insulted and mad as hops, and everything like that!"

"Oh, no!" cried the other. "Why, Patty, it isn't charity; it's great, big, splendid kindness, and it's just a loan, you understand. I can payit back in a couple of years after I once begin to earn money. Patty, youdon't know how sure I am of my own ability now that I understand mylimitations. I can't explain it, but I see success ahead as surely as Isee the blue sky out of that window!"

Christine gazed out of the window with rapt eyes, as if she saw visionsof the fame and glory that were yet to be her portion. 

"You duck!" cried Patty, embracing her. "You're just splendiferous!That's the loveliest way you could have taken father's offer. He isgreat, big, splendid kindness personified, and I'm so glad you see it. "

That evening Mr. Fairfield ratified Patty's statements and definitelyoffered to pay Christine's board bills for a year. 

To Patty's surprise, Christine showed no shyness or agitation as sheanswered him. 

Only Nan understood that the girl's gratitude was too real and too deepfor any troublesome self-consciousness to disturb it. 

"Mr. Fairfield, " she said, "I accept your offer with unspeakablethankfulness. It means my whole career, and I assure you I shall reach mygoal. Of course, it is a financial loan, but after a year I shall be in aposition to begin to pay it back, and it shall be promptly paid. Do notthink I have unfounded faith in my success. I know what I alreadypossess, and what more I need, and though my progress to fame may beslow, and take many long years, yet after a year's tuition I shall beable to command a comfortable income in return for my work. "

Christine's eyes shone with earnestness and steadfast purpose, and herface seemed to be fairly transfigured. Hers was no idle boasting. It wasclear to be seen she spoke from a positive knowledge of herself, andindeed she only corroborated what Mr. Hepworth had said of her. 

"Put it that way if you like, " said Mr. Fairfield, kindly; "we need nottalk now about repayment. Just go ahead and find a cosy, pleasantabiding-place, and then, ho, for brushes and mahl-stick! And hurrah forour artist!"

So genial were his words and manner that Christine caught his spirit ofvivacity, and responded:

"Hurrah for the Fairfields!"

So it was all settled, and Mr. Hepworth was more than delighted when helearned all about it. 

Patty gave a little afternoon tea for Christine the last day of her stay, and though Christine would have greatly preferred not to be present, sheyielded to Patty's entreaties and did her best to overcome her shynessand be a satisfactory "guest of honour. "

"She's a beauty, isn't she?" said Roger to Patty, as they stood lookingat Christine while the tea was in progress. 

"Yes, " said Patty, "when she is talking to her own sort of people. See, those are really big artists, and she isn't a bit afraid or embarrassed. But put some society girls near her and she crumples all up. "

"She'll get over it, " said Roger; "and I say, Patty, you did a big thinggetting her here. For of course it's all due to you and your pluckyperseverance in that foolish scheme of earning your living. "

"Huh! it wasn't foolish since it succeeded, " said Patty, airily. 

"Well, the success isn't foolish, but your first attempts were. "

"I don't care; it was good experience. I learned a lot, and I'm not sorryfor my part of it. "

"Not even the part that made you acquainted with me?" said a merry voice, and Patty turned to see Philip Van Reypen holding out a hand in greeting. 

"No!" cried Patty, as she cordially shook hands with the young man. "No, _especially_ not sorry for that part--for that was the Success!"

"I don't want to be over-confident, " returned Philip, gaily, "but thatsounds as if meeting me were the success!"

"That wasn't what I meant, " said Patty, smiling and dimpling, "but itremains to be seen. Perhaps we can make that a success also. "

"Do let us try!" said Philip.