At last they agreed on a picture of another of Patty's school
friends, who was of the willowy, die-away kind. She was a blonde,
but of a pale, ashen-haired variety, not at all like Patty's Dresden
china type. The pose was aesthetic, and the girl looked soulful and
languishing.

"Just the thing!" cried Patty. "If he thinks I look like THAT, I'll
never speak to him again!"

And so, amid great glee, the three pictures were made into a neat
parcel, and addressed to Mr. Christopher Cameron.

"Now, for goodness' sake, Patty, eat your breakfast! Your chocolate
is stone cold. I'll go down and call a messenger and despatch this
precious bundle of beauty to its destination."

"All right," returned Patty, and, with a feeling of having
successfully accomplished her task, she turned her attention to her
breakfast tray.




CHAPTER V

THREE PICTURES


It was Tuesday morning that Patty had sent the pictures, and that