“Yes,” said Patty, looking at her watch. “It’s only four o’clock. May I have an evening hat, please?”
“You may have whatever you like. Come and select for yourself.”
Patty went to the cases, and chose a large white beaver, with soft, broad brim.
“I will make you a picture hat, to put in your window,” she said, smiling.
She selected some trimmings and returned to her seat at the table.
It was rather more than half an hour later when she showed Miss O’Flynn her work.
“There’s not much work on it,” Patty said, slowly. “I spent the time thinking it out.”
There was not much work on it, to be sure; and yet it was a hat of great distinction.
The white brim rolled slightly back, and where it touched the low crown it met two immense roses, one black and one of palest pink. Two slight sprays of foliage, made of black velvet leaves, nestled between the roses, and completed the trimming.
The roses were of abnormal size and great beauty, but it was the mode of their adjustment that secured the extremely chic effect.