"Oh, no!" cried the other. "Why, Patty, it isn't charity; it's great, big, splendid kindness, and it's just a loan, you understand. I can pay it back in a couple of years after I once begin to earn money. Patty, you don't know how sure I am of my own ability now that I understand my limitations. I can't explain it, but I see success ahead as surely as I see the blue sky out of that window!" Christine gazed out of the window with rapt eyes, as if she saw visions of the fame and glory that were yet to be her portion. "You duck!" cried Patty, embracing her. "You're just splendiferous! That's the loveliest way you could have taken father's offer. He is great, big, splendid kindness personified, and I'm so glad you see it." That evening Mr. Fairfield ratified Patty's statements and definitely offered to pay Christine's board bills for a year. To Patty's surprise, Christine showed no shyness or agitation as she answered him. Only Nan understood that the girl's gratitude was too real and too deep for any troublesome self-consciousness to disturb it. "Mr. Fairfield," she said, "I accept your offer with unspeakable thankfulness. It means my whole career, and I assure you I shall reach my goal. Of course, it is a financial loan, but after a year I shall be in a position to begin to pay it back, and it shall be promptly paid. Do not think I have unfounded faith in my success. I know what I already possess, and what more I need, and though my progress to fame may be slow, and take many long years, yet after a year's tuition I shall be able to command a comfortable income in return for my work." Christine's eyes shone with earnestness and steadfast purpose, and her face seemed to be fairly transfigured. Hers was no idle boasting. It was clear to be seen she spoke from a positive knowledge of herself, and indeed she only corroborated what Mr. Hepworth had said of her. "Put it that way if you like," said Mr. Fairfield, kindly; "we need not talk now about repayment. Just go ahead and find a cosy, pleasant abiding-place, and then, ho, for brushes and mahl-stick! And hurrah for our artist!" So genial were his words and manner that Christine caught his spirit of vivacity, and responded: "Hurrah for the Fairfields!" So it was all settled, and Mr. Hepworth was more than delighted when he learned all about it. Patty gave a little afternoon tea for Christine the last day of her stay, and though Christine would have greatly preferred not to be present, she yielded to Patty's entreaties and did her best to overcome her shyness and be a satisfactory "guest of honour." "She's a beauty, isn't she?" said Roger to Patty, as they stood looking at Christine while the tea was in progress. "Yes," said Patty, "when she is talking to her own sort of people. See, those are really big artists, and she isn't a bit afraid or embarrassed. But put some society girls near her and she crumples all up."