bad the Sailor. I've a picture of him at home, and I know just how
he's dressed. He's so everlastingly muffled up about his shanks that I
used to think he was a lady when I was knee high to a grasshopper."

Patricia gave a gasp. "But he wore a turban and great whiskers!" she
said, impulsively. "How in the world could you stand that?"

Miss Jinny cocked her head knowingly. "Trust me," she replied,
laconically. "I had a cousin who was an actor and I saw him put on a
beautiful beard with spirit-gum and creped hair once. That was twenty
years ago, but I reckon they can still be had here in town."

Patricia hesitated. "But perhaps you'd rather have an easier
costume,--Aladdin's mother, or----"

Miss Jinny shook her head. "I always was bent on sea-life and I know a
lot about it. I can swap tales that'll make them believe I'm the only
genuine Sinbad, and I wouldn't miss the chance for a mint," she said
conclusively.

Patricia was forced to give in gracefully. "I know you'll be
splendid," she declared with rather forced heartiness. "I wish we were
as well fixed for our parts."

Miss Jinny, with a glance at the little book in her hand, gave a guilty
start and jumped up from the bed's edge with a horrified face.

"Do you know that it's Sunday morning, and I ought to be reading my two
chapters?" she demanded severely. "This town life is making me forget
my religion already, and as for you, you worldly-minded young sinner,
you ought to be ashamed of yourself, beguiling me with your heathenish
dance parties. Go along now and let me get my mind in order again."

"Oh, let me stay," urged Patricia. "You can read out loud, and I'll
slip in bed here to keep warm. What part are you reading now?"

"You'll hear," returned Miss Jinny, settling herself with a jerk.

Patricia curled up cozily while Miss Jinny read the two Sunday chapters
in a full, melodious voice, beginning with the ineffable words, "In my
Father's house are many mansions."

She laid down the little worn book just as the soft notes of the gong
floated up from the lower hall.

"Mercy on us!" she ejaculated, rising hurriedly. "I've gone and made
you late for breakfast!"

Patricia wriggled out from her warm nest reluctantly. "There's lots of
time," she assured Miss Jinny. "That's the first call. We've got half
an hour yet."

"I'll come over to your room in just twenty-five minutes to the dot,"
called Miss Jinny after her, as she gathered her d