It was a real work of art, and so winsome was the pictured face that Patty cried out in admiration: “What a stunner you are, Nan! I didn’t realise you were so good-looking,—but it’s exactly like you.”
“That’s a mixed-up compliment, Patty,” laughed Nan, “but I’ll surmise that you mean well.”
“I do so! I think it’s a lovely picture of a lovely lady! There, how’s that?”
“Much better,” said Nan, as Patty caught her round the shoulders and kissed her affectionately.
“Give me the lady,” said Mr. Fairfield, taking Nan into his own arms. “As the portrait is a gift to me, I will kiss her for it, myself.”
“Do,” said Patty, “but if you give her more than three kisses, you’ll lose your train; it’s getting pretty late.”
“Is it?” cried Mr. Fairfield. “Then, Jane, bring in those two boxes I left in your charge, will you?”
“Yes, sir,” cried the waitress, and, leaving the room, she returned in a moment with two large white boxes.
“These are Christmas gifts to the two loveliest ladies I know,” said Mr. Fairfield, gallantly tendering a box to each.
“But I’ve had my Christmas gift from you!” exclaimed Patty, and “So have I!” cried Nan.