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"Yes, madame, I live in New York, although I was born in the South and
lived there for many years."
"Ah, then, it is explained. It is your Southern States that make the
charm, the aplomb, without the--what you call--the--the freshness. Is it
not so? But I do not mean the freshness of the cheek; and yet, in the
argot do you not say freshness is cheek? Ah, I am bewildered; I am mixup
with your strange words; but I will learn them! They shall not conquer
me! And you will help me; is it not so?"
"I will help you with pleasure, madame," replied Patty, dimpling with
fun as she heard the old lady's unsuccessful attempts in American slang.
"My name is Patty Fairfield; and though I seldom use the slang of my
country, I'm more or less familiar with its terms, and can enlighten you
concerning them, at least to a degree. To me your language is difficult;
but perhaps we may by conversation help each other."
"Patty Fairfield; a pleasant name for a pleasant child. But I'm not
madame; pray call me ma'amselle. I am Ma'amselle Labesse."
"You are a Frenchwoman, of course?" inquired Patty.
"A Frenchwoman, yes; but of an admiration for your strange American
country. I go home now, but I shall return again. Your country is of an
interest."
As Patty looked around at the others at their table, she felt that she
had been fortunate in sitting next to the old ma'amselle. For though she
could not judge entirely by appearances, no one else at the table seemed
to be so quaintly interesting as the old French lady.
Patty soon discovered that even a "few miles of dancing upon the blue
water" had decidedly sharpened her appetite, and she did full justice to
the delicate viands and delicious French cookery placed before her. She
and Elise chatted happily, and after introducing her companions on
either side to each other the conversation became general.
Under the influence of the comradeship always felt on a French liner,
the people across the table became sociably inclined, and acquaintances
were made rapidly.
After dinner our party went out on deck, and though warm wraps were
necessary, the crisp, clear air was delightful, and the starry sky and
tumbling black water fascinated Patty beyond all words. She leaned
against the rail, watching the waves as they dashed and plashed below,
breaking into white foam as the steamer ploughed through them. Patty was
very susceptible to new impressions, and the great expanse of black
water beneath the dome of the star-studded black sky filled her with an
awe and reverence which she had never known before.
Elise stood quietly beside her, with her hand through Patty's arm, and
together the girls silently enjoyed the sombre beauty of the scene.
"Are you afraid, Patty?" asked Elise.
Patty laughed a little, and then she said: "I don't know as I can make
you understand it, Elise, for it sounds so ridiculous when it's put into
words. But it's this way with me: In my imagination, when I think of
this little cockleshell of a boat tossing on this great, deep, black
ocean, which may engulf it at any moment, I have a certain feeling of
fear, which seems to belong to the situation. But really, my common
sense tells me that these staunch steamships are constructed for the
very purpose of carrying people safely across the sea, and that there is
almost no danger at all of their doing otherwise. So you see it only
depends on whether I'm in a mood of poetical imagination or practical
common sense as to whether I'm afraid or not."
"Patty," said Elise, with a little sigh, "you are certainly clever. Now
I never could have reasoned the thing out like that, and yet I see just
what you mean."
"Throw bouquets at yourself, then, Elise," said Patty, laughing, "for
you're a great deal more clever to see what I mean than I am to say it!"
After a brisk walk up and down the deck for a time the girls tucked
themselves snugly into their deck chairs by the side of the elder
Farringtons.
"How do you like it so far, Patty?" asked Mr. Farrington.
"It's simply perfect," declared Patty enthusiastically. "It's awfully
different from what I thought it would be, and ever so much nicer. I
thought it would be impossible to walk across the deck without tumbling
all over and catching hold of everything. But we can walk around just as
if in a house, and everything is comfortable, even luxurious, and it's
all so clean."
Mrs. Farrington laughed at this. "Of course it's clean, child," she
said; "it's only on land that we are under the tyranny of dust and dirt.
But as for tumbling around the deck, that may come later. Don't imagine
the sea is never rougher than it is to-night."
"I hope it will be rougher," said Patty. "I don't want a fearful storm,
but I would like a little pitching and tossing."
"You'll probably get it," said Mr. Farrington. "And now, my cherished
ones, let us take a look in at the library and drawing-room, and then
let us seek our staterooms."
So the parry adjourned to the brilliantly lighted saloon, where many of
the passengers had congregated to spend the after-dinner hour. It was a
beautiful apartment, even more gorgeous and elaborate than the dining-
room, and furnished with inviting-looking easy-chairs, sofas, and divans
of puffy upholstery. Gilt-framed tables were scattered about for the
benefit of the card-players, and attractively appointed writing-desks
made Patty suddenly realise that she wanted to write letters home at
once. But remembering that they could not possibly be mailed for ten
days to come, she decided to defer them at least until the morrow.
Well-filled bookcases attracted the girls' attention, and
notwithstanding the large amount of reading matter they had of their
own, they were glad to see some well-known favourites behind the glass
doors.
Patty was surprised when Mr. Farrington proposed that they should all go
to the dining-room for a bit of supper before retiring. It seemed to her
but a short time since they had dined; and yet she realised the
suggestion was not entirely unwelcome.
"Is it imperative that we shall eat more meals on sea than on land?" she
inquired, as they took their places at the table.
"Not imperative, perhaps," the captain answered her, smiling, "but
unless you seem to appreciate my cook's efforts to please you I shall
have to pitch him overboard; and it is not easy to find another chef in
mid-ocean."
"Then," said Patty gaily, "I shall certainly do all I can to save the
poor man from a dreadful fate. And it does not seem to me that I shall
have any difficulty in keeping my part of the bargain." As Patty spoke
she was nibbling away with great satisfaction at a caviare sandwich and
bestowing a pleased glance on a glass of orange sherbet which the
steward had just brought to her.
The captain was a large and important-looking personage, with the black
moustache and imperiale of the true Frenchman. His manner was expansive
and very cordial; and as he had known the Farringtons for many years he
was quite ready to welcome Patty for their sake as well as her own.
Indeed, he had taken an immediate liking to the pretty American girl,
and as French captains are prone to make favourites among their
passengers, Patty was immediately assigned in his chivalrous heart to
such a position.
He bade her a pleasant good-night as she left the dining-room, and was
delighted with her naive expressions of admiration and appreciation of
his beautiful ship.
When the girls reached their stateroom they suddenly realised that they
were quite tired out after the excitements of the day, and were very
glad to let Lisette brush their hair and assist them in preparing for
bed. As Patty nestled snugly between the coarse linen sheets she felt a
drowsy enjoyment of the gentle rolling motion of the steamer, and almost
immediately fell into a sound, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER VII
WESTERN FRIENDS
The girls slept restfully all night, and were awakened in the morning by
the entrance of Lisette, who was followed by the pleasant-faced and
voluble French stewardess. The day was bright and sunshiny, and half a
dozen times while she was dressing Patty stuck her head out of the
porthole to gaze at the sparkling blue water. On these occasions Elise
grasped her by the feet lest she should fall out. But as Patty's
substantial frame could not possibly have squeezed through the porthole,
the precaution was unnecessary.
After breakfast the girls prepared for a delightful morning on deck. The
breeze had freshened considerably, so Patty put on a long, warm ulster
that enveloped her from throat to feet. A long blue veil tied her trim
little hat in place, and when fully equipped she looked over the piles
of literature to make a selection.
"Do you know," she said to Elise, "I don't believe I shall read much; I
think I shall just sit and look at the water and dream."
"All right," said her practical friend; "but take a book with you, for
if you don't you're sure to want one; while if you do, you probably
won't look at it."
"Elise, you're a genius. I'll take the book, and also some of this
candy. I'm glad Hilda gave me this bag; it's most convenient."
The bag in question was a large, plain affair of dark green cloth, with
a black ribbon drawstring. It proved to be Patty's constant companion,
as it was roomy enough to hold gloves, veils, handkerchiefs, as well as
pencil and paper, and anything else they might need through the day. It
hung conveniently on the back of Patty's deck chair, and became as
famous as the bag of the lady in "Swiss Family Robinson."
As Patty had anticipated, she did not do any reading that morning, but
neither did she gaze at the ocean and dream. She discovered that life on
an ocean steamer is apt to be full of incident and abounds in
occupation.
No sooner had she and Elise arranged themselves in their chairs than
along came two gay and laughing girls, who stopped to talk to them.
"We're going to introduce ourselves," said one of them. "I am Alicia Van
Ness, and this is my little sister Doris. We're from Chicago, and we
like the looks of you girls, and we want to be chums. Though, of course,
it's up to you, and if you don't like our looks you've only to say so
and we'll never trouble you again."
"Speak out!" chimed in the other girl, who was quite as vivacious as her
sister. "We're not a bit stupid, and we can take the slightest hint. I
can see you don't quite approve of us"--and she looked shrewdly at
Patty, who had unconsciously assumed an air of hauteur as she watched
the frank-mannered Western girls--"but really and truly we're awfully
nice after you get acquainted with us."
Patty was amused, and a little ashamed that a stranger should have read
her feelings so accurately, for she had felt slightly repelled at the
somewhat forward manners of these would-be friends.
As if to make up for her coolness she said heartily: "I'm sure you are
delightful to know, and I'm quite ready to be friends if you will allow
it. I'm Patty Fairfield, and this is my chum, Elise Farrington."
"We knew your names," said Alicia Van Ness; "we asked the captain. You
see, we thought you two were the nicest girls on board, but if you had
thrown us down we were going to tackle the English girl next."
Though this slangy style of talk was not at all to Patty's liking, she
saw no reason to reject the offered friendship because of it. The Van
Ness sisters might prove to be interesting companions, in spite of their
unconventional ways. So two vacant chairs were drawn up, and the four
girls sat in a group, and very soon were chatting away like old friends.
"Do you know the English girl?" asked Doris; "she sits at your table."
"No," said Elise; "she's way down at the other end from us. But I like
her looks, only she's so very English that I expect she's rather stiff
and hard to get acquainted with."
"You can't say that about us, can you?" said Alicia, laughing; "I'm as
easy as an old shoe, and Doris as an old slipper. But we hope you'll
like us, because we do love to be liked. That English girl's name is
Florrie Nash. Isn't that queer? She doesn't look a bit like a Florrie,
does she? More like a Susan or a Hannah."
"Or more like a Catharine or Elizabeth, I think," said Patty. "But you
never can tell people's names from what they look like."
"No," said Alicia; "now a stranger would say you looked like my name,
and I looked like yours."
"That's true enough," said Elise, laughing; "your jolly ways are not at
all like your grand-sounding name; and as for Patty here, it's a perfect
shame to spoil her beautiful name of Patricia by such a nickname."
Two young men in long plaid ulsters with turned-up collars and plaid
yachting caps came into view at the other end of the deck. They were
walking with swinging strides in the direction of the group of girls.
"Now I'll show you," said Alicia in a low voice, "how we Chicago girls
scrape acquaintance with young men."
As the young men drew nearer Alicia looked at them smilingly and said
"Ahem" in a low but distinct voice. The young men looked at her and
smiled, whereupon Doris purposely dropped a book she had been holding.
The young men sprang to pick it up, Doris took it and thanked them, and
then made a further remark as to the beauty of the weather. The young
men replied affably, and then Alicia asked them to join their group and
sit down for a chat.
"With pleasure," said one of the young men, glancing at Patty and Elise,
"if we may be allowed."
Patty was surprised and shocked at the behaviour of these strange girls,
and very decidedly expressed her opinion in her face. Without glancing
at the young men, she turned on the Van Ness sisters a look of extreme
disapproval, while Elise looked frightened at the whole proceeding.
The two horrified countenances were too much for the Van Ness girls, and
they burst into peals of laughter.
"Oh, my children," cried, Alicia, "did you really think us so
unconventional, even if we are from Chicago? These two boys are our
cousins, Bob and Guy Van Ness, and they are travelling with us in charge
of our parents. Stand up straight, infants, and be introduced. Miss
Farrington and Miss Fairfield, may I present Mr. Robert Van Ness and Mr.
Guy Porter Van Ness?"
The young men made most deferential bows, and, greatly appreciating the
joke, Patty invited them to join their party, and offered them some of
her confectionery.
"But it's a shame to sit here," observed Guy, "when there's lots of fun
going on up on the forward deck. Don't you girls want to go up there and
play shuffleboard?"
"I do," said Patty readily; "I've always wanted to play shuffleboard,
though I've no idea whether it's played with a pack of cards or a tea
set."
Guy laughed at this and promised to teach her the game at once.
So they all went up to the upper deck, which was uncovered, and where,
in the sunlight, groups of young people were playing different games.
Both Patty and Elise delighted in outdoor sports, and the Van Ness girls
were fond of anything athletic. During the games they all made the
acquaintance of Florrie Nash, who, though of an extreme English type,
proved less difficult to make friends with than they had feared.
They also met several young men, among whom Patty liked best a young
Englishman of big-boyish, good-natured type, named Bert Chester, and a
young Frenchman of musical tastes. The latter was a violinist, by the
name of Pierre Pauvret. He seemed a trifle melancholy, Patty thought,
but exceedingly refined and well-bred. He stood by her side as she
leaned against the rail, looking at the water, and though evidently
desirous to be entertaining, he seemed to be at a loss for something to
say.
Patty felt sorry for the youth and tried various subjects without
success in interesting him, until at last she chanced to refer to music.
At this Mr. Pauvret's face lighted up and he became enthusiastic at
once.
"Ah, the music!" he exclaimed; "it is my life, it is my soul! And you--
do you yourself sing? Ah, I think yes."
"I sing a little," said Patty, smiling kindly at him, "but I have not
had much training, and my voice is small."
"Ah," said the Frenchman, "I have a certainty that you sing like an
angel. But we shall see--we shall see. There will be a concert on board
and you will sing. Is it not so?"
"I don't know," said Patty, smiling; "I will sing with pleasure if I am
asked, but it may not give my audience pleasure."
"It will be heaven for them!" declared the volatile young Frenchman,
clasping his hands in apparent ecstasy.
His exaggerated manner amused Patty, for she dearly loved to study new
types of people, and she began to think there was a varied assortment on
board.
Suddenly several people rushed wildly to the side of the boat. They were
followed by others, until it seemed as if everybody was crowding to the
rail. Patty followed, of course, and found herself standing by the side
of Bert Chester.
"What is it?" she exclaimed.
"A porpoise!" he replied, as if announcing an event of greatest
importance.
"A porpoise!" echoed Patty, disgusted. "Such a fuss about a porpoise?
Why, it's nothing but a fish!"
"My dear Miss Fairfield," said the Englishman, looking at her through
his single eyeglass, "tradition demands that steamer passengers shall
always make a fuss over a passing porpoise. To be sure it's only a fish,
but the fuss is because of tradition, not because of the fish."
Patty had always thought that a single eyeglass betokened a brainless
fop, but this stalwart young Englishman wore his monocle so naturally,
and, moreover, so securely, that it seemed a component part of him. And,
too, his speech was that of a quick-witted, humorous mind, and Patty
began to think she must readjust her opinion.
"Is it an English national trait," she said, "to be so in thrall to
tradition?"
"I'm sorry to say it is," young Chester responded, somewhat gravely. "In
the matter of the porpoise it is of no great importance; but there are
other matters, do you see, where Englishmen are so hampered by tradition
that individual volition is often lost."
This was more serious talk than Patty was accustomed to, but somehow she
felt rather flattered to be addressed thus, and she tried to answer in
kind.
"But," she said, "if the tradition is the result of the wisdom of past
ages, may it not be of more value than individual volition?"
"By Jove!" exclaimed Mr. Chester, "you have a clever little head on your
young shoulders, to take that point so adroitly. But let us defer this
somewhat serious discussion until another time and see if it is a
porpoise or something else that it attracting the curious crowd to the
other side of the ship."
As they followed the hurrying people across the deck, Mr. Chester went
on: "After you have crossed the ocean a few more times you will discover
that there are only two things which make the people rush frantically
and in hordes to the rail. The one that isn't a porpoise is a passing
steamer."
Sure enough, the object of interest this time was a distant steamer,
which was clearly visible on the horizon. It was sharply outlined
against the blue sky, and the sunlight gave it its true value of colour,
while the dark smoke that poured from its smokestack floated back
horizontally like a broad ribbon. But owing to the distance there was no
effect of motion, and even the smoke as well as the vessel seemed to be
stationary.
"That isn't a real steamer," said Patty whimsically; "it's a chromo-
lithograph. I've often seen them in the offices of steamship companies.
This one isn't framed, as they usually are, but it's only a chromo all
the same. There's no mistaking its bright colouring and that badly
painted smoke."
Young Chester laughed. "You Americans are so clever," he said. "Now an
English girl would never have known that that was only a painted
steamer. But as you say, you can tell by the smoke. That's pretty badly
done."
Patty took a decided liking to this jesting Englishman, and thought him
much more entertaining than the melancholy French musician.
She discovered that very evening that Mr. Chester possessed a fine
voice, and when after dinner a dozen or more young people gathered round
the chairs of the Farrington party, they all sang songs until Mrs.
Farrington declared she never wanted to attend a more delightful
concert.
Mr. Pauvret brought his violin, and the Van Ness boys produced a banjo
and a madolin. Everybody seemed to sing at least fairly well, and some
of the voices were really fine. Patty's sweet soprano received many
compliments, as also did Elise's full, clear contralto. The girls were
accustomed to singing together, and Mr. Pauvret proved himself a true
musician by his sympathetic accompaniments.
Everybody knew the popular songs of the day, and choruses and glees were
sung with that enthusiasm which is always noticeable on the water.
The merry party adjourned to the dining-room for a light supper after
their vocal exercises.
Patty was sorry that her friend and tablemate, the old Ma'amselle, had
not been visible since that first dinner. Upon inquiry she learned that
the old lady had fallen a victim to the effects of the rolling sea.
"But she'll soon be around again," said the captain in his bluff, cheery
way; "Ma'amselle Labesse has crossed with me many times, and though she
usually succumbs for two or three days, she is a good sailor after that.
She is passionately fond of music, too, and when she is about again you
young people must make the old ship ring for her."
This they readily promised to do, and then they wound up the evening by
a vigorous rendition of the "Marseillaise," followed by "The Star
Spangled Banner" and "God Save the King."
It was all a delightful experience for Patty, who dearly loved lights
and music and flowers and people and gay goings on, and she felt that
she was indeed a fortunate girl to have all these pleasures come to her.
CHAPTER VIII
DAYS AT SEA
The time on shipboard passed all too quickly.
Each day was crammed full of various amusements and occupations, and
Patty and Elise enjoyed it all thoroughly.
Although the majority of passengers were French, yet they nearly all
spoke English, and there were a number of Americans and English people,
who proved to be pleasant and companionable.
The young people from Chicago seemed to wear well, and as she grew to
know them better Patty liked them very much. The Van Ness girls, though
breezy in their manner, were warm-hearted and good-natured, and their
boy cousins were always ready for anything, and proved themselves
capable of good comradeship.
The English girl, Florrie Nash, Patty could not quite understand.
Florrie seemed to be willing to be friends, but there was a coldness and
reserve about her nature that Patty could not seem to penetrate.
As she expressed it to Elise, "Florrie never seems herself quite certain
whether she likes us or we like her."
"Oh, it's only her way," said Elise; "she doesn't know how to chum,
that's all."
But Patty was not satisfied with this, and determined to investigate the
matter.
"Come for a walk," she said, tucking her arm through Florrie's one
morning. "Let's walk around the deck fifty times all by ourselves. Don't
you want to?"
"Yes, if you like;" and Florrie walked along by Patty's side, apparently
willing enough, but without enthusiasm.
"Why do you put it that way?" asked Patty, smiling; "don't you like to
go yourself?"
"Yes, of course I do; but I always say that when people ask me to do
anything. It's habit, I suppose. All English people say it."
"I suppose it is habit," said Patty; "but it seems to me you'd have a
whole lot better time if you felt more interest in things, or rather, if
you expressed more interest. Now look at the Van Ness girls; they're
just bubbling over with enthusiasm."
"The Van Ness girls are savages," remarked Florrie, with an air of
decision.
"Indeed they're not!" cried Patty, who was always ready to stand up for
her friends. "The trouble with you, Florrie, is that you're narrow-
minded; you think that unless people have your ways and your manners
they are no good at all."
"Not quite that," returned Florrie, laughing. "Of course, we English
have our prejudices, and other people call us narrow; but I think we
shall always be so."
"I suppose you will," said Patty; "but anyway you would have more fun if
you enjoyed yourself more."
"It's good of you, Patty, to care whether I enjoy myself or not."
Florrie's tone was so sincere and humble as she said this that Patty
began to realise there was a good deal of character under Florrie's
indifferent manner.
"Of course I care. I have grown to like you, Florrie, in these few days,
and I want to be good friends with you, if you'll let me."
"If you like," said Florrie again, and Patty perceived that the phrase
was merely a habit and did not mean the indifference it expressed.
"And I want you to visit me," went on Florrie. "I'm travelling now to
Paris with my aunt, who took me to the States for a trip. From Paris I
shall soon go back to my country home in England, and I wish you would
visit me there--you and Elise both. Oh, Patty, you have no idea how
beautiful England is in the springtime. The may blooms thickly along the
lanes, till they're masses of pink fragrance; and the sky is the most
wonderful blue, and the birds sing, and it is like nothing else in all
the world."
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