Patty in Paris | Page 2

Miss
Oliphant's she had worked so hard that she had almost succumbed to an
attack of nervous prostration. But she had persevered in her hard work
because of the understanding that it was to be her last year at school;
and now to have college or even a boarding-school thrown at her head
was enough to rouse even her gentle spirit.
For Patty was of gentle spirit, although upon occasion, especially when
she felt that an injustice was being done, she could rouse herself to
definite and impetuous action.
And as she now frankly told her father, she considered it unjust after
she had thought that commencement marked the end of her school life,
to have a college course sprung upon her unaware.
But Mr. Fairfield only laughed and told her that she was incapable of
judging what was best for little girls, and that she would do wisely to
obey orders without question.
But Patty had questioned, and her questions were reinforced by those of
Nan, until Mr. Fairfield began to realise that it was doubtful if he could
gain his point against their combined forces. And indeed a kind and
indulgent father and husband is at a disadvantage when his opinion is
opposed to that of his pretty, impulsive daughter and his charming,
impulsive wife.
So, at this by no means the first serious discussion of the matter, Mr.
Fairfield found himself weakening, and had already acknowledged to
himself that he might as well prepare to yield gracefully.
"Go on, Nan," cried Patty, "give us the benefit of your wise judgment"
"Why, I think," said Nan, looking at her husband with an adorable
smile, which seemed to assume that he would agree with her, "that a
college education is advisable, even necessary, for a girl who expects to
teach, or indeed, to follow any profession. But I'm quite sure we don't
look forward to that for Patty."

"No," said Mr. Fairfield; "I can't seem to see Patty teaching a district
school how to shoot; neither does my imagination picture her as a
woman doctor or a lady lawyer. But to my mind there are occasions in
the life of a private citizeness when a knowledge of classic lore is not
only beneficial but decidedly ornamental."
"Now, papa," began Patty, "I'm not going to spend my life as a butterfly
of fashion or a grasshopper of giddiness, and you know it; but all the
same, I can't think of a single occasion where I should be embarrassed
at my ignorance of Sanscrit, or distressed at the fact that I was
unacquainted personally with the statutes of limitation."
"You're talking nonsense, Patty, and you know it. The straight truth is,
that you don't like school life and school restraint. Now some girls
enjoy the fun and pleasures of college life, and think that they more
than compensate for the drudgery of actual study."
"'An exile from home, pleasure dazzles in vain,'" sang Patty, whose
spirits had risen, for she felt intuitively that her father was about to give
up his cherished plans.
"I think," went on Nan, "after you have asked for my valuable advice,
you might let me give it without so many interruptions. I will proceed
to remark that I am still of the opinion that there are only two reasons
why a girl should go to college: Because she wants to, or because she
needs the diploma in her future career."
"Since you put it so convincingly, I have no choice but to agree with
you," said her husband, smiling. "However, if I eliminate the college
suggestion, there still remains the boarding-school. I think that a
superior young ladies' finishing school would add greatly to the
advantages of our Patty."
"It would finish me entirely, papa; your college scheme is bad enough,
but a 'finishing school,' as you call it, presents to my fancy all sorts of
unknown horrors."
"Of course it does," cried Nan. "I will now give you some more of my

wise advice. A finishing school would be of no advantage at all to our
Patty. I believe their principal end and aim is to teach young ladies how
to enter a room properly. Now I have never seen Patty enter a room
except in the most correct, decorous, and highly approved fashion. It
does seem foolish then to send the poor child away for a year to
practise an art in which she is already proficient."
"You two are one too many for me," said Mr. Fairfield, laughing. "If I
had either of you alone, I could soon reduce you to a state of meek
obedience; but your combined forces are too much for me, and I may as
well surrender at once and completely."
"No; but seriously, Fred, you must see that it is