the same subject, but she
loyally suppressed the memory and called up instead the radiant vision
of Doris as she had first seen her in her green apron, smiling back at
her eager whisper of admiration, and her heart warmed to the memory.

"First impressions are always best, I find," she said sagely. "I won't
believe I've been mistaken till I have to. What did she do that made
you dislike her?"

Miss Jinny, cornered, had to admit that there was nothing she could put
her finger on. "But I don't trust her eyes," she ended obstinately.
"You have been deceived before, Miss Pat, and you may be again.
However, I won't say another word against her. If you like her, that's
enough. Now, let's talk about the nice people. How did you like that
Lester boy? His mother was your Aunt Louise's chum at school."

"He was awfully nice," said Patricia enthusiastically. "Architects are
so much better scrubbed than art students. He has lovely hair, too.
He's tremendously fond of Miriam Halden, did you notice?"

Miss Jinny gave her husky chuckle. "Trust your eyes for spying out
secrets," she said. "That boy has been devoted to Miriam all his life.
She refused him when she was ten, and has kept on ever since. It's got
to be a habit, he says. He's as jolly as a grig, but he doesn't give
up, and I suppose some day Miriam will give in."

Patricia thrilled with interest.

"Oh, I hope it happens next summer, when we're home!" she cried. "I've
always been perfectly crazy to know an engaged couple and I never
have--except Mr. Bingham and Miss Auborn, and they weren't so very
interesting anyway."

"They won't be of much use to you if they do get engaged," returned
Miss Jinny sententiously. "'Two's company' after the ring appears."

"David says they're _slushy_," pursued Patricia, meditating. "But he's
only a boy."

She was silent for a while, and then she sat up alive with enthusiasm.

"I've got it!" she exclaimed. "I'll make a study of a man and girl for
the prize design, and I'll call it 'Two's company.' I'll have them
looking at the ring on her hand, with a lovely rapt expression. Oh,
how I wish it weren't Sunday tomorrow. I'm crazy to begin it."

"You'd better be thanking your stars for a day of rest, you
incorrigible kitten," said Miss Jinny as the carriage stopped at the
curb. "You'll need an extra nap after all these fandangos."

Patricia, however, was unconvinced.

"I'll show you when Monday comes!" she exulte