Miss Pat at School

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Miss Pat at School, by Pemberton Ginther

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Title: Miss Pat at School
Author: Pemberton Ginther

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MISS PAT AT SCHOOL
by
PEMBERTON GINTHER
Frontispiece by the Author

[Frontispiece: PATRICIA TOILED ALL AFTERNOON WITH THE ARDOR OF IGNORANCE AND HOPE.]

Philadelphia The John C. Winston Company Publishers
Copyright, 1915, by The John C. Winston Company.

TO NANCY

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
THE TWO NEW STUDENTS II. GETTING ACQUAINTED III. ANTICIPATION IV. THE INITIATIONS V. THE GHOST DANCE VI. AFTERMATH VII. DAVID'S TREAT VIII. SMOOTH WATERS IX. THE ACADEMY BALL X. THE PRIZE DESIGNS XI. THE LITTLE RIFT XII. JUDITH'S DISCOVERY XIII. RESTITUTION XIV. NEW QUARTERS AND OLD FRIENDS XV. AFTERNOON TEA XVI. APRIL SHOWERS XVII. FAREWELL TO THE STUDIO

Miss Pat at School
CHAPTER I
THE TWO NEW STUDENTS
"Isn't it jolly--to be here in a real Academy of Fine Arts, just like all the famous artists when they were young and unknown? Doesn't it make you feel all excited and quivery, Norn?" asked Patricia, as she fitted her key into the narrow gray locker with an air of huge enjoyment. "I don't see how you can look so cool. You are as calm and refrigerated as a piece of the North Pole."
Elinor smiled and her shining eyes traveled down the wide dim corridor with its rows of battered gray lockers, past the confusion of chairs and easels that clustered around the big screen of the composition room, straight into the farthest nook of the great bare work rooms beyond, where an array of heroic-sized white casts loomed conspicuous in the cold north light above the clutter of easels, stools and drawing-boards that encompassed the silent, intent workers.
"I'm not half so calm as I look, Miss Pat," she said, seriously. "I'm more excited than I ever was in my life. It's too deep to come to the surface, I guess. I haven't any words for it."
Patricia nodded approval.
"That's your 'sensitive, artistic temperament,' as Mrs. Hand calls it. It must be awfully trying, though, not to be able to babble when you're pleased. It's such a relief to get it out of your system. I'd simply burst if I tried to keep quiet when I felt excited."
Elinor smiled absently, and then burst out fervently, "Isn't it all gloriously workmanlike--the bare walls and smudged doors and the painty smell, too? It's so serious. Outside, the people regard a picture as a mere luxury, but in here, here," she said, exultantly, "it is absolutely the necessary thing in life."
Patricia shut her door with a snap and turned to her sister with a glowing face, sweeping her stray tendrils back with an eager gesture.
"I know it!" she cried. "It makes even me feel as though I could turn off masterpieces instanter. Merely to look at those lumps of clay in the modeling room made me simply ache to get my hands into them. I was enchanted the moment I came in here with you this morning, never dreaming that I should be so lucky as to be one of the illustrious band myself. You're a perfect duck, Norn, to let me tag along after you here."
"You might as well do that as anything else," said Elinor, rather absently. "The best of it is that we shall be together. It will be such fun to see how we each get along."
"'We!'" echoed Patricia. "You mean how you get along. I shan't count at all. I may have to give up when I actually get at it." Then with a swift change of spirit she added: "All the same, if I couldn't do better than some of those smudgy celebrities in the modeling room were doing, I'd feel pretty sorry for myself. Such forlorn, lop-sided caricatures of human beings I never saw. I don't see how they can do them."
Elinor's soft laugh rippled out. "It's clear that you haven't tried to do it, or you'd see how easy it is to make caricatures instead of portraits," she said. "I didn't think they were so very bad."
"I'd be ashamed to have anyone see them if I'd done them," declared Patricia, unconvinced. "They seemed quite cocky over them, poor idiots. I hope some of them do better than that, or I shan't learn much."
"It would be wonderful if you did make a success of it," said Elinor, beginning to put her