CHAPTER VI
Albums
"I want you to put something in my album, Patty," said Winnie Robinson one afternoon, producing a dainty little volume reserved for souvenirs of her friends. "You're clever at drawing, so please let it be a picture, and if you can colour it, so much the better."
"I hope I shan't spoil your book," replied Patty, turning over the leaves to look at the various artistic efforts and poetical quotations with which about half the pages were filled.
"Of course you won't! I expect yours will be one of the nicest. I want every girl in the class to either paint or write something, and then I shall have a keepsake of the Upper Fourth. Maggie Woodhall drew this pretty little dog, and Ella Johnson those roses, and Enid has promised to make up a piece of poetry on purpose."
"It was only half a promise," declared Enid.
"Then you must write half a poem."
"Suppose the Muse deserts me?"
"Oh, rubbish! You can always make up verses. They seem to flow just as if you turned on a tap."
"Have you an album, Patty?" enquired Avis.
"No," said Patty. "I never saw one like Winnie's before. It's something quite new to me."