Both Elise and Patty thoroughly enjoyed the hours they spent in the great picture galleries. Although Elise had herself a talent for painting, Patty had quite as great a love for pictures, and was acquiring a true appreciation of their value. Sometimes Elise"s teacher would go with them, and sometimes Mr. or Mrs. Farrington. But the girls liked best to ramble alone together through the Louvre or the Luxembourg, and although the watchful Lisette walked grimly behind them, they followed their own sweet will, and often sat for a long time before their favourite pictures or statues.
""The time has come, the Walrus said,"" said Patty one day, "when I really must hunt up those things for Marian. She made a list of about fifty things for me to take home to her, and though they"re mostly trifles, I expect some of them will not be very easy to find. Suppose we start out with that Cyclamen perfumery she wanted. It"s a special make, by a special firm, but I suppose we can find it."
So that afternoon the girls started on their Cyclamen hunt. Lisette was to have accompanied them, but she was suffering from a headache, and, rather than disappoint the girls, Mrs. Farrington said that just for this once they might go shopping alone in the motor-car with the chauffeur.
In great glee the girls started off, and went first to several perfumers in search of Marian"s order.
But Cyclamen extract, made by Boissier Freres, was not to be found, although many other French Brothers signed their ill.u.s.trious names to Cyclamen extracts, and although the Boissier Freres themselves seemed to manufacture an essence from every known blossom except Cyclamen.
"It"s no use," said Patty, "to take any other kind, for Marian simply won"t have it, and she"ll say that she should think I might have found it for her. Let"s go to the Magasins du Louvre,--they"re sure in that big place to have every kind there is."
Leaving the motor-car at one of the entrances to the great building, the girls went in. After following devious directions and tortuous ways, they found the perfumery counter, and as they had now sufficient command of the French language to make their wants accurately known, they inquired for the precious Cyclamen. The affable salesman was at first quite sure he could supply it, but an exhaustive search failed to bring forth the desired kind.
Desolate at his inability to please the young ladies, he informed them that nowhere could they find the object of their search, unless it might be at the establishment of the Boissier Freres themselves, which was across the Seine.
"Why, yes," cried Patty; "that"s just what Marian said. She said I would have to go across the Seine for it, and I didn"t know what she meant. Let"s go, Elise; when I start out to do a thing I do like to succeed."
"So do I. We"ll take the whole afternoon for it, if necessary, but get that stuff we will."
The obliging salesman wrote down the address for them, and, taking the paper with polite thanks, the girls went away.
But when they reached the street their motorcar was not to be seen. In vain they looked and waited, but could see nothing of the car or the chauffeur. They returned to the shop and stood just inside the door, where they watched and waited a long time.
"Something must have happened," Patty said at last, "and Jules has taken the car away to get it fixed. But he ought to have let us know that he was going. What shall we do, Elise?"
"I don"t know what to do, Patty. I hate to waste this beautiful, bright afternoon, when we might be doing our shopping and having a good time.
And I"m worried about Jules. The car seemed all right when we left it."
"Yes; nothing ever happens to that big car. I think Jules has gone away on purpose. Perhaps he"ll never come back."
"Oh, Patty, I don"t know what to do, I"m sure. Let"s telephone home."
"We can try it; but I know the telephone will be out of order. It always is. I never knew a Paris telephone that wasn"t."
Sure enough, when they tried to telephone, after much delay and many unsuccessful attempts, they were informed that there was some difficulty with the wires and that connection with the Farrington house was impossible.
The girls returned to their post at the gla.s.s-doored entrance and stood looking out with a discouraged air. Still no car appeared that they could recognise as their own.
At last Patty said: "There"s no use, Elise, in standing here any longer. Jules has absconded, or been kidnapped, or something. Now, I"ll tell you what we"ll do. Let"s take a cab over to this perfumery place and back again, and then if Jules isn"t here waiting for us we"ll go right home in the same cab. I know your mother doesn"t let us go in a cab alone, but this is an emergency, and we have to get home somehow; and while we"re about it we may as well go over to the perfumery place.
It isn"t very far."
"How do you know it isn"t far?"
"Because I know a lot about Paris now, and I know the names of the streets, and I know just about where it is, and of course the cabman will know. We can talk French to him and we can act very dignified, and anyway we"ll be back here in fifteen or twenty minutes, so come on."
Elise was a little doubtful about the matter, but she yielded to Patty"s argument and they went out in the street. Patty stopped a pa.s.sing cab, and giving the driver the address, the girls got in.
As they rolled smoothly along Patty"s spirits rose. "You see, we did just the right thing," she said; "and we"ll be back there now before Jules is."
On they went, across the Seine and into a strange district, unlike any they had ever seen before.
But it was not long before they came to the address written on the paper. The girls went into the shop and found to their dismay that the perfumery company was there no longer, but had moved some time since to another address.
With great dignity, and fairly good French, Patty inquired the present address of the firm, and, receiving it, returned to the cab.
"I"m determined," she said to Elise, "to go on with this thing, now that I"ve begun it. I"m going to find that Cyclamen, just because I"ve made up my mind to do so."
The cabman seemed to know the address indicated, and started his horse off at a jog trot. On they went, farther and farther, and getting into a more and more disagreeable district. The streets grew narrower, the houses shabbier, and the people along the streets were noisy and boisterous.
Patty did not like to admit it, but she began to wish she had not come, and Elise was plainly frightened, for the people along the street stared at the pretty American girls driving about alone in a public conveyance.
At last Patty said in a low voice: "It"s horrid, Elise, and I"m truly sorry I insisted on coming. Shall we ask the man to go back?"
"Yes," said Elise; "that is, if you think best. But I hate to go any farther in this horrid quarter."
So Patty explained to the driver that they had concluded not to go to the perfumer"s that day, and directed him to take them back to the Magasins du Louvre.
But the cabman objected to this proposition, and said they were now not far from the place they were in search of, and he would go on till they reached it.
Patty expostulated, but the cabman was firm in his decision. He was not impertinent, but he seemed to think that the young ladies were too easily discouraged, and a.s.sured them they would soon reach their destination. So they went on, and Patty and Elise grew more and more alarmed as their situation became more unpleasant. It was certainly no place for them to be, unattended, and the fact that they could not persuade the cabman to go back dismayed them both.
But Patty"s pluck stood by her. Grasping Elise"s hand firmly, she whispered: "Don"t you collapse, Elise! If you cry I"ll never forgive you! Brace up now and help me through. It will be all right if we don"t act afraid."
"How can I help acting afraid?" said poor Elise, her teeth chattering, "when I"m s-scared to death!"
"Don"t be scared to death! I tell you there"s nothing to be afraid of!
Brace up, I say!" Patty gave Elise"s arm such a pinch as to make her jump, and just then the cab stopped at the establishment of Boissier Freres.
It proved to be the right place this time, and the girls went in.
Behind the counter stood a dapper young man, who waited on them obsequiously. But when he heard Patty"s request he said they did not have that essence in their regular stock and only made it when ordered.
"Then," said Patty, at the end of her patience, "I"ll order some. Will you make it for me, please?"
"For that," said the young man, "I must refer you to another department. You"ll have to go to see M. Poirier, who takes such orders."
"And where shall I find him?" asked Patty.
The obliging young man began to write down an address. "It is some distance away," he said, "and not a very accessible place to get to."
Patty looked at Elise and laughed. "I give it up," she said; "I thought I could do Marian"s errand, but it"s proving too much for me!"
She thanked the young man for the address and put it away in her purse, with but slight intention of ever using it. She bought a bottle of another sort of perfumery, and, saying good afternoon, left the shop.
But when she and Elise regained the sidewalk there was no cab in sight.
They looked in every direction, but could see nothing of it.
"He can"t have gone away," said Patty, "for I haven"t paid him."