you glad I made you change?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Christine, in mock humility; "it's much better
so."

The evening was a merry one. They danced and they sang and they
chatted and finally they had the delightful supper that Patty had
ordered.

Christine, blushing prettily, took the head of the table, while
Gilbert Hepworth, with a proud air of proprietorship, sat at the
other end.

Patty, as guest of honour, sat at the right hand of her host.

"It has always been my aspiration," she said, with a beaming smile
at Christine, "to have a married friend to visit. I warn you,
Christine, I shall spend most of my time here. There's one little
nook of a bedroom I claim as my own and I expect to occupy it very
frequently. And, besides, I have to give you lessons in
housekeeping. You're a great artist, I know, but you must learn to
do lots of other things beside paint."

"I wish you would, Patty," and the little bride looked very much in
earnest; "I truly want to keep house, but being an artist and a
Southern girl both, I don't believe I'm very capable."

"You're a blessed dear, that's what YOU are"; and Patty turned to
Hepworth, saying, "Isn't she?"