Patty expected an irritable retort of some kind, and was surprised when Lorraine said, wistfully:
“Do you really think so, Patty?”
“Of course I do,” cried Patty, delighted to find Lorraine so responsive; “just you try it, girlie, and see if I’m not a true prophet.”
“I’ll try,” said Lorraine, who seemed to be in a particularly gentle mood, at least for the moment; “but I haven’t much hope of myself or anybody else; I’m cross and ugly by nature, and I don’t suppose I’ll ever be any different.”
“Oh, pshaw!” cried Patty; “yes, you will. Never mind what you are by nature. Try art. Make believe you’re happy and jolly, like other people, and suddenly you’ll discover that you are.”
CHAPTER X
GRIGS
The more Patty saw of Hilda Henderson the better she liked her.
Hilda was not quite so scatter-brained as Clementine, yet she was far more merry and companionable than Lorraine.
So it came about that Hilda and Patty were much together.
They often walked together when the school went for a promenade in the Park, and Patty was surprised to find that there was a lot of fun in the English girl, after all.