The concert proved most enjoyable. Dinner at the Farringtons’ was equally so, and when Patty reached home at about nine o’clock, she had much to tell Nan and her father, who were always glad to hear of her social pleasures.
“And the occupation?” asked Mr. Fairfield. “How is it progressing?”
“Nicely, thank you,” returned Patty. “I’ve picked an easy one this time. One has to learn, you know.”
Smiling, she went to her room that night, determined to attack the work next morning and hurry it through.
But next morning came a note from Clementine, asking Patty to go to the photographer’s with her at ten, and as Patty had promised to do this when called on, she didn’t like to refuse.
“And, anyway,” she thought, “a week is a week. Whatever day I begin this new work, I shall have a week from that day to earn the fifteen dollars in.”
Then, that afternoon was so fine, she went for a motor-ride with Nan.
And the next day, some guests came to luncheon, and naturally, Patty couldn’t absent herself without explanation.
And then came Sunday. And so it was Monday morning before Patty began her new work.
“Excuse me to any one who comes, Nan,” she said, as she left the breakfast table. “I have to work to-day, and I mustn’t be interrupted.”