"All right, I will," said Patty, and she went to the telephone at once.

"It's a lovely concert, Nan," she said, as she returned. "Jigamarigski is
going to sing, and afterward I'm to go home with Elise to dinner, and
they'll bring me home. What shall I wear?"

"Wear your light green cloth suit, and your furs," said Nan, after a
moment's consideration. "And your big white beaver hat. It's too dressy
an affair for your black hat."

Apparently the "occupation" was forgotten, for during luncheon time,
Patty chatted about the concert and other matters, and at two o'clock she
went away.

"You look lovely," said Nan, as, in her pretty cloth suit, and white hat
and furs, Patty came to say good-by.

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."

"Very well," said Nan. "I think, myself, it's time you began, if you're
going to accomplish anything."

Armed with her pile of work, and her basket of sewing materials, Patty
went up to the fourth floor, where a small room was set apart as a
sewing-room. It was rarely used, save by the maids, for Nan was not fond
of sewing; but there was a good sewing-machine there, and ample light and
space.

Full of enthusiasm, Patty seated herself at the sewing-machine, and
picked up the cut-out work