CHAPTER XIX
CHRISTINE COMES
With her usual tact and cleverness, Nan managed the whole matter successfully. She wrote to the friends of Mr. Hepworth in the South who were interested in Miss Farley, and they persuaded the girl to go North for a week and see if she could see her way clear to staying there.
As it turned out, Miss Farley had some acquaintances in New York, and when their invitation was added to that of Mrs. Fairfield, she decided to make the trip.
Patty and Nan made ready for her with great care and kindness. A guest room was specially prepared for her use, and Patty adorned it with some of her own pet pictures, a few good casts, and certain bits of bric-à-brac that she thought would appeal to an “art student.”
“If Mr. Hepworth hadn’t said the girl had real talent I’d be hopeless of the whole thing,” said Nan, “for I do think the most futile sort of young woman is the one who dabbles in Art, with a big A.”
“Oh, Christine Farley isn’t that sort,” declared Patty. “I don’t believe she wears her hair tumbling down and a Byron collar with a big, black ribbon bow at her throat. I used to see that sort copying in the art galleries in Paris, and they are hopeless. But I imagine Miss Farley is a tidy little thing and her genius is too real for those near-art effects.”
“Well, then, I’ll put this photograph of the Hermes in here in place of this fiddle-de-dee Art Calendar. She’ll like it better.”