The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1881-03-25
A WHOLE WEEK.

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A WHOLE WEEK.
"Oh, mother! not for q whole
weekr' Patty's brown eyes were wide
with doubt and surprise.
"Why, child. you just said 'secer:
and a weeks good deal short OF
that" answered busy little Mrs. Ken
iston, tucking another stick into the
fire, with an odd little CLEAN. either
from the freight or some inward
amusement, dancing round the corners
of her mouth. She was used to Pattys
nerers. and little tired of them.
Patty went to the window, and
drummed on the pane, and stared
rather forlornly into the small yard,
where red-haired Job Twitchett was
jumping up and down, jerking the
handle of the old blue pump. He
stuck out his tongue at her and winked
one eve, but she was too distracted to
notice this customary beginning OF
hostilities. It was all very well to
quarrel with Matty Monroe, and vow
never to speak to her again (Matty
was real mean to stay away from the
spring, just because Kez King had said
she might drop in that afternoon; she
had no business to break her promise.
and she had promised Patty, certain
sure, that she would come and bring
Rosinella and the tea set with her),
but to be forbidden to speak to her Tor
a week was quite another thing. why,
Sir Leon was to have married Roslnella
before the week was out!
There was a great commotion in the
ward. Job was setting Pug at Tabby.
Hi! look at yer old cat!' he shouted,
starting a war-dance on the platform OF
the clothes-drier, and pointing derisive'
" to poor pussy, who stood on the
wood shed roof, with her tail the size
of a hearth-brush. But even this at
tack on her favorite could not dispel
Patty's melancholy. She just glanced
out to see that Tabby was really out OF
reach, and then went slowly upstairs
to her little room in the attic to find
Sir Leon.
Sir Leon was q doll. He was q very
splendid doll, with brown eyes and
hair, q black velvet cap with q long
white feather, silken cloak and
slashed trousers reaching only to the
knee, like a knight of olden times. lie
even had long gray stockings. and
browning glory! a pair OF toP-boots
made of chamois leather. Cousin Evelyn
had dressed him for Patty's birthday,
and Cousin Evelyn came from New
York and could do anything.
Patty picked him up and looked
fiercely in his amiable waxen counte'
nance.
81 don't care q snap for your whis
kersr'. she exclaimed holly: giving him
a vicious little shake. ~ don't be-
lieve but. what Cousin Evelyn just stuck
'em on herself; and it's my opinion you
were made for girl, Sir Leon de Mont
morenci." -..s--...
And at the thought of that dreadful
possibility and Matty Monroe's faith
fessness, she sat down on the bOot-bO1
and cried. u.
| Next morning Mrs. Remission was
rolling out pie-crust in the kitchen
when Patty entered SLOWLY. with kline
Of dubious brightness in her face, ant
curled up in big chair by the table
with her head on her hand. A pencil
and some paper projected from he
apron pocket.
'tWoll, Patty, SAID MIS-. henlStOn
cheerily. ''what kind of turnover
shall it be?''
Mamma" responded Patty. sober
ly, "did you ever have any love-let
ters"'
i Mrs. Remission paused, with rolling
pin appraised in establishment.
| .sNo. Yes. OF course. What eve
, mt it into YOUR head to ask such ques
: tions, child? There, take that, and g
get your little pie board, and roll it GU
smoothly, and Ill let you bake som
, dolly's pies. Don't worry your sill
: head about love-letters yet awhile, m
| DEAR
but did you?'' persisted Patty
, "Because want to write one-at leas
' Sir Leon does-and we dom know no,
to begin. How did yours Begin"
: 81 think my first began, MY dea
Miss Holliwelf.'" said Mrs. Remission
laughing. "Ask papa: He'll know.
. ibid it?'' inquired Patty. rattle
. doubtfully. "Why, when Mr.. Cop
: wrote to you to borrow that book. b
I I began, My dear Mrs. Remission an
his couldn't be q love-letter. you know
: because you're married to papa, an
he 8 engaged to Miss Dover. ! don
}, think that sounds lovery enough"
However, she took out her pencil, an
!. began to write, spelling over each wor
Q noiselessly to herself as she put it dow
9 sWho is your letter to. Pattye
8 asked her mother at last, as she folde
. = it up with a sigh of relief, and wrote
u address on the back. a...sii
Why said Patty. rather falterin.
". ..its from Sir Leon to Rosinell
e That isn't the same as If l wrote
/ Matty. is ita Because. you know: 3
,, Icons man, and I'm not. and Matt
h well, Matty isn't Rosinella Matt
never was Queen of Beauty alta tourn
ment the way Rosinella was when v
re had one in the orchard the day aft
i'd Cousin Evelyn told Us ''Ivanhoe." An
10 it isn't Matty's trousseau we're makin!'
it's Rosinella's And Rosinells hi