He declared it was most jaunty and becoming, and Mr.Hepworth said it was especially well adapted to Patty's style, and that he would like to paint her portrait in that garb.

This seemed to Mr.Fairfield a good idea, and they at once made arrangements for future sittings.
Patty was greatly pleased.
"Won't it be fine, papa ?" she said.

"It will be an ancestral portrait to hang in Boxley Hall and keep till I'm an old lady like Miss Daggett." When they reached Library Hall, where the play was to be given, Patty, going in at the stage entrance, was met by a crowd of excited girls who announced that Florence Douglass had gone all to pieces.
"What do you mean ?" cried Patty.

"What's the matter with her ?" "Oh, hysterics!" said Elsie Morris, in great disgust.

"First she giggles and then she bursts into tears, and nobody can do anything with her." "Well, she's going to be Niobe, anyway," said Patty, "so let her go on the stage and cut up those tricks, and the audience will think it's all right." "Oh, no, Patty, we can't let her go on the stage," said Frank Elliott; "she'd queer the whole show." "Well, then, we'll have to leave that part out," said Patty.
"Oh, dear!" wailed Elsie, "that's the funniest part of all.