iss Jinny chuckled. "We knew you were only marking time till you
stepped off into your music," she said encouragingly. "It was nice, of
course, that you got along so well, but no one expected you to take to
it for good and all."

Patricia sighed contentedly. "How nice you all are!" she said
appreciatively. "I thought you'd all be disgusted with me if I quit.
After Mr. Grantly said that study of Ju showed promise, I nearly wore
myself to a bone trying to make good. I've been scared stiff about it."

"Don't you worry, Miss Pat. You'll find your own work all in good
time. It mayn't be what you'd like it to, but it'll be something that
you can do better than any one else," said Miss Jinny with kind wisdom.
"Look at me. I'm sure that books and catalogues is my forte, but the
Lord knows better. He's given me the sense to see it, too, and so mama
is comfortable and happy and someone else who hasn't a dear mother
depending on her does the library work in my place."

"You're a darling," said Patricia, "and the Lord must be terribly fond
of you."

"Patricia Louise Kendall! That's sacrilege!" gasped the scandalized
Miss Jinny.

"Is it?" exclaimed Patricia, equally startled. "I didn't know it was.
Mr. Spicer said it himself yesterday when he was talking to me in the
print room, and I was telling him about your poor basket and saving
bank, and all that. I'm awfully sorry, Miss Jinny."

Miss Jinny had a queer look, Patricia thought, as she turned hurriedly
away with a murmured excuse about the tea table.

"Why, it's all ready," cried Patricia wondering at her changed manner.
"We put the sliced lemon on the very last thing."

But Miss Jinny was not to be diverted into talk again, and as she
started out of the studio the bell came to her aid, buzzing shrilly an
insistent summons to the door.

"That's Griffin; I know her ring!" cried Patricia jumping up. "I'll
go."

Griffin it was, in the highest good humor and bursting with news. She
did not wait to get out of her coat before she began to unbosom herself
to them both, alternately addressing each in turn.

"Kendall Major's missed it, I tell you, going off to that poky
architectural show," she declared to Miss Jinny. "We had the time of
our lives today in life class. Benton's up in the air because Howes
showed him that Ascension study she did over here--you know he never
could bear Haydon or his work--and he was as mad as hops that he should
be butting in wi