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Patty did not seem to care much to converse, or even to dance, but wandered around in a blissful state, enjoying the picturesque scene. "Probably I shall never see anything like this again," she thought to herself, "and I just want to gaze at it until it is photographed on my mind forever. Oh, won't it be fun to tell Nan and papa about it!" Just then she saw Henri Labesse approaching her.
Germain, not far from Paris, and you can come, but often, and stay with me for the long time." Patty thanked her, but would not promise, as she had made up her mind to accept no invitations that could not include the Farringtons. But Ma'amselle Labesse did include the Farringtons, and invited the whole party to visit her in the winter. Mrs.
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.
Labesse took it across to where Patty sat, and begged her acceptance of it, adding that he would take it home and complete it before sending it to her. Patty was delighted to have the little statuette as a souvenir of the occasion, and also as a memento of Mr. Labesse, whom she thoroughly liked.
Henri Labesse proved to be an exceedingly jolly young man, quite bubbling over with gay spirits and witty sallies He did not hesitate to joke with his aunt, who, notwithstanding her dignity, was never offended at her nephew's bantering speeches.
Her only ornament was the necklace that Ma'amselle Labesse had given her, and in her curly golden hair was a single white rose. Very sweet she looked as she stood on the platform to sing her little song. She had chosen "My Ain Countree" as being likely to please a popular audience, and also not difficult to sing. Mr.
Henri Labesse had made a clay model of an American girl, which was a gem in its characteristic effect and its skilful workmanship. It was not quite finished, but of course was offered at auction along with the other things. There was lively bidding for the little figure, as everybody seemed to recognise its artistic value.
Henri Labesse was at the bazaar, and though his arm was still a little stiff, he entered the competition and was to model a figure of clay. The gong struck, and everybody flew madly at their work, anxious to complete it within the half hour.
"You are Monsieur Henri Labesse, is it not so?" she said, advancing toward the broken-armed one. In her haste and bewilderment, Patty spoke in English, forgetting that the young man might not understand her native tongue. But he answered in English quite as good as her own, though with a decided French accent, "Yes, Mademoiselle, I am Henri Labesse.
They spun along the Terrasse, enjoying the view below, and after passing many beautiful villas and residences came to the old chateau of Ma'amselle Labesse. After passing a porter's lodge at the entrance, they went on for a long distance through the park before reaching the house Then alighting at the main portal, the doors were thrown open by footmen, and the girls were ushered in.
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