t, Nan," said Patty. "You always do just the right
thing. But you needn't think you can divert my mind to the extent of
making me give up this plan of mine. For I won't do that."

"I know you won't. But next time do try something easier."

"I shall. I've already made up my mind what it's to be; and truly, it's
dead easy."

"I thought your red-headed friend cured you of using slang," said Nan,
smiling.

"I thought so, too," said Patty, with an air of innocent surprise. "Isn't
it queer how one can be mistaken?"

True to her determination, Patty started out again the following morning
to get an "occupation," as they all termed it.

Again Miller was amazed at the address given him, but he said nothing,
and proceeded to drive Patty to it.

It was even less attractive than the former shop, being nothing more or
less than an establishment where "white work" was given out.

"How many?" asked the woman in charge, and, profiting by past experience,
Patty said:

"One dozen."

The woman took her name and address, in a quick, business-like way.

"One dollar a dozen," she said. "Must be returned within the week.
Deductions made for all imperfections."

She handed Patty a large bundle done up in newspaper, and, with flaming
cheeks, Patty walked out of the shop.

"Home, Miller," she said, and though the man was too well trained to look
surprised, he couldn't keep an expression of astonishment out of his eyes
when he saw Patty's burden.

On the way home she opened the parcel.

There were in it twelve infants' slips, of rather coarse muslin. They
were cut out, but not basted.

Patty looked a little doubtful, then she thought:

"Oh, pshaw! It's very different from that fine embroidery. I can swish
these through the sewing-machine in no time at all."

Reaching home, she threw the lap-robe over her bundle, and hurried into
the house with it.

"Patty," called Nan, as she whisked upstairs to her own room, "come here,
won't you?"

"Yes, in a minute," Patty called back, flying on upstairs, and depositing
the bundle in a wardrobe.

She locked the door, and hid the key, then went demurely downstairs.

"Occupation all right?" asked Nan, smiling.

"Yes," said Patty, jauntily. "Good work this time; not so fine and
fussy."

"Well; I only wanted to tell you that Elise telephoned, and wants you to
go to a concert with her this afternoon. I forget where it is; she said
for you to call her up as soon as you came home."