But Miss O'Flynn sent Patty a cup of hot bouillon, and some biscuit, which she ate right there at her work-table. And it was a kindly act, for, though Patty didn't realise it, she was really faint for want of food and also for fresh air. The room, though large, had many occupants, and now the girls began to come back from their luncheon, and their chatter made Patty's head ache. But she was doing some deep thinking. Her theories about unskilled labour had received a hard blow; and she was beginning to think her millinery efforts were not going to be successful. "But I've a chance yet," she thought, as Miss O'Flynn came, bringing two hats, and a large box of handsome trimmings. The other girls stared at this, for they knew that Patty's morning efforts had been far from successful. But Patty only smiled at them in a pleasant, but impersonal manner, as she took up her new work. Her confidence returned. She knew she could do what she was now about to attempt, for, added to her natural taste and love of colour, she had been critically interested in hats while in Paris, and while visiting her friend, Lady Kitty, who was especially extravagant in her millinery purchases. After a period of thought, Patty decided on her scheme of trimming for the two hats before her, and then set blithely to work. One was to be a simple style of decoration, the other, much more complicated. Taking up the elaborate one first, Patty went at it with energy, and with an assured touch, for she had the effect definitely pictured in her imagination and was sure she could materialise it. And she did. After about two hours' hard work, Patty achieved a triumph. She held up the finished hat, and every girl at the table uttered an "ah!" of admiration at the beautiful sight. Without response, other than a quiet smile, Patty took up the second hat. This was simple, but daring in its very simplicity. A black velvet Gainsborough, with broad, rolling brim. Patty turned it smartly up, at one side, and fastened it with a rosette of dull blue velvet and a silver buckle. Just then, Miss O'Flynn came in. "Where did that hat come from?" she said, pointing to Patty's finished confection. "I trimmed it," said Patty, nonchalantly. "Have you some silver hatpins, Miss O'Flynn?" "You trimmed it!" exclaimed the forewoman, ignoring Patty's question, and taking up the trimmed hat. "Yes; do you like it?" "It's a marvel! It looks like a French hat. How did you know enough to trim it like this?" "I thought it would look well that way." "But these twists of velvet; they have a touch!" "Yes?" said Patty, inwardly exultant, but outwardly calm. "And now," she went on, "this hat is of another type." "It's not finished?" asked Miss O'Flynn, eyeing the hat in uncertainty, "and yet,--any other trimming would spoil its lines." "Just so," said Patty, placidly. "You see, all it needs now, is two large silver hatpins, like this,--see."