Patty's Success Part 44

Stimulated by Nan's support and by the sudden chance for release, Christine managed to acknowledge the introduction prettily enough, and then gladly let Nan take her upstairs to bed.

"I'm sorry I'm so horrid," said the girl, as Nan helped her take off her gown.

"Nonsense!" replied Nan, cheerily. "You weren't horrid a bit. You looked lovely and behaved like a little lady. Your nerves are overwrought, and I don't wonder. Just tumble into bed, dearie, and forget everything in all the world, except that you're among warm friends."

Nan had most comforting ways, and soon Christine forgot her troubles in a happy sleep.

Meantime, Kenneth was admiring her sketches. "Whew!" he said, "she's a genius all right. But such a shy little mouse never can succeed as an artist."

"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 going to make a famous artist of her."

"You can be a great help to her, Patty," said Mr. Hepworth. "If any one makes 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 to make her think she can do them."

"Huh!" teased Kenneth. "You think you can make anybody think they think anything!"

"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 of hers."

"She is like a Madonna, isn't she?" said Patty, thoughtfully. "I've been trying to think what her face reminded me of."

"Yes, she is," said Mr. Hepworth, "and as I feel pretty sure you can't teach her to use slang, why don't you take this occasion to discontinue the use of it yourself?"

"Can't do it," returned Patty. "There are times in my mad career when nothing expresses what I want to say so well as a mild bit of slang. I never say anything very dreadful."

"Of course you don't," declared Kenneth, who loved to take Patty's part against Mr. Hepworth. "Why, you wouldn't be 'Our Patty' if you used only dictionary English. All the slang Miss Farley gets from you will do her good 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 to get jollied!"

CHAPTER XX

A SATISFACTORY CONCLUSION

As Nan had surmised, Christine was worn out by her day of fatigue and excitement, and the next morning found her possessed of better mental poise and a more placid manner.

And as more days went by the girl improved greatly in demeanour and bearing, and lost, to a great degree, her look of startled fear and painful self-consciousness. Of course this was not accomplished completely, or all at once, but helped by the kind gentleness of Nan and affectionate chaffing of Patty, Christine grew more accustomed to the pleasant social atmosphere into which she had been so suddenly thrown.

They visited picture galleries and went to the shops, and went driving and motoring, and though Christine could not be persuaded to go to afternoon teas, or to formal luncheons, yet she enjoyed the pleasures she had and grew every day more at her ease in society.

Her own determination helped her greatly. She purposed to yet become as unaffected and un-self-conscious as Patty, and, though she knew she could never acquire Patty's inborn gaiety of spirit, she resolved to come as near to it as she could with her naturally quiet disposition.

The two girls became fast friends, and, after a few days, Patty ventured to broach the subject of Christine's career.

To her surprise, Christine was quite ready to talk about it, and asked Patty's advice as to ways and means.

"I've already learned," she said, "that I have some talent and that I need the instruction and experience that I can get here and cannot get at home. When I once make up my mind to a thing I spare no effort to achieve it, and now I'm determined to get an art education by some manner or means!"

"Hooray for you!" cried Patty, for Christine's cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled 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 your Aunt 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 of it--desperately so. The very sound of the traffic scares me out of my wits. But I'm going to conquer that, and I'm going to conquer my shyness and timidity and all the foolish things that stand in my way."

"That's the ticket!" cried Patty, clapping her hands. "Good old Christine! Go in and win!"

"Wait a bit, Patty. That's all very well so far as determination and will are concerned. And I can do it. My will is strong, and I know I'm started now on the right track. But--there are many hard facts to face. There's a sordid side to the question that can't be solved by will-power and determination. Mr. Hepworth thinks I can get a scholarship practically without 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 small allowance, but we are a large family, and he is not rich. So I want to know if you think I could earn enough by some work outside my cla.s.ses to pay 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, soft pillow, and shook with laughter. Did _she_ think a girl could earn fifteen dollars a week? _Did_ she, indeed? With a strange sound between a gurgle and a choke, she ran out of the room.

Not for worlds would she have Christine think she was laughing at her, so in a moment she had straightened her grinning face, smothered her giggles, 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 gla.s.s 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 cents a week, while you're occupied with your lessons."

Christine looked aghast. "Oh, Patty!" she said. "Then what am I to do? I thought you'd say, yes, I could earn that sum easily."

Again Patty wanted to laugh. A month ago she would have said that very thing.

"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 sure you will yet be a great artist. Of course, our belief is founded on Mr.

Hepworth's a.s.sertions, but we know he is capable of judging. Now you must have that year of study, and by that time Mr. Hepworth feels sure you can earn quite a lot of money by ill.u.s.trating, 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 a year at some nice, pleasant boarding-house, and----Mercy! _What's_ the matter?"

For Christine had turned first a blazing, fiery red, and then as white as chalk, and seemed about to tumble off her chair.

"Brace up there!" cried Patty, shaking her by the shoulder. "Don't you faint or do anything silly! I take it all back. Father wouldn't do such a thing!"

"You misunderstand!" said Christine, smiling faintly through now rapidly falling 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!"