"And hear, too," said Patty, as they listened to the man in the front seat, who had turned around and was announcing through a megaphone the names of the places as they passed them.
"He seems to know his lesson pretty well," whispered Patty, "but his
French pronunciation is even worse than mine."
"Your pronunciation isn't so bad, Patty, but you haven't any vocabulary to speak of."
"To speak with, you mean. But never you mind, miss; as soon as your respected parents decide upon a house, and we get settled in it, I'm going to study French like anything, and French history, too. I used to hate these things, but times have changed since Patty came to Paris!"
"I'm glad you're so energetic, but I don't feel much like studying; I'd rather drift around and have fun as we are doing."
"We'll have time enough for both, and you want to take some painting lessons, don't you?"
"Yes; but seeing all the pictures I've seen since I've been here discourages me. I used to think I was quite an artist, but I see now that if I ever do anything really worth while, I'll have to begin all over again and go into a drudgery drawing class."
"It won't be drudgery; you love it so, and you'll make rapid progress if you're as desperately in earnest as all that. Do you think your mother will decide to take that house they're going to look at to-day?"
"Yes, I think so; her mind is pretty well made up already. It must be a lovely house, judging from what she says about it."
It was not very far to Chantilly, and when they reached there the girls were almost sorry that the pleasant ride was ended.