“But these twists of velvet; they have a touch!”
“Yes?” said Patty, inwardly exultant, but outwardly calm.
“And now,” she went on, “this hat is of another type.”
“It’s not finished?” asked Miss O’Flynn, eyeing the hat in uncertainty, “and yet,—any other trimming would spoil its lines.”
“Just so,” said Patty, placidly. “You see, all it needs now, is two large silver hatpins, like this,—see.”
Patty pulled two hatpins from her own hat, which she still had on, and placed them carefully in the hat she held in her hand.
“These pins are too small,—but you see what I mean.”
Miss O’Flynn did see. She saw that two larger pins would finish the hat with just the right touch, while any other decoration would spoil it.
She looked at Patty curiously.
“You’re a genius, Miss Fairfield,” she said. “Will you trim another hat?”