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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 whi