Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1881-03-24
A WHOLE WEEK.

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+. A WHOLE WEEK. ,isuu a
"Oh, mother! not for a whole
week. Patty's brown eyes were wide
with doubt and surprise.
why. child, you just said never,
and q 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 fire-light or some inward
amusement, dancing round the corners
of her mouth. She was used to Patty's
nerers. and a little tired of them .Il
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 eye, but she was too abstracted to
notice this customary beginning of
hostilities. 1t was all very well to
quarrel with Mattv 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
sIre, that she would come and bring
Rosinella and the tea set with her),
but to be forbidden to speak to her for
a week was quite another thing. Why,
Sir Leon was to have married Rosinella
before the week was out!
There was a great commotion in the
yard, Job was setting Pug at Tabby.
IL Hi! look at yer old catr' he shouted,
starting war-dance on the platform of
the clothes drier, and pointing derisiveg
lly to poor pussy, who stood on the
wood shed roof, with her tail the size
of hearth-brush.y 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. =. "-is - = ~ lrf-l7e RI y nii'
Sir Leon was doh. He was very
splendid doll, with brown eyes and
hair, black velvet cap with long
white feather, a silken cloak and
slashed trousers reaching only to the
knee, like knight of olden times. He
even had long gray stockings, and
browning glory! 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. -.i--E, ID
Patty picked him up and looked
fercely in his amiable waxen counte-
nance. .f' a
al don't care snap for your whis-
kersr' she exclaimed hotly. giving him
vicious little shake. 81 don't be-
ieve but what Cousin Evelyn just stuck
'em on herself; and it $ my opinion you
were made for girl, Sir Leon de Mont
morenci." 0- ... r8 a-~
And at the thought of that dreadful
possibility and Matty Monroe's faith
lessness, she sat down on the boot-box
and cried.
Next morning Mrs. Remission was
rolling out pie-crust in the kitchen
when Patty entered SLOWLY, with kind
of dubious brightness in her face, and
curled up in big chair by the table.
with her head ON her hand. A pencil
and some paper projected from her
apron pocket.
..Well, Patty" said. Mrs.. Remission,
cheerily. ..what kind of turn-overs
shall it be?'
Mamma" responded Patty. sober
ly, did you ever have any love-let
ters?''
Mrs. Remission paused. with rolling
pin appraised in astonishment.
mo. Yes. Of course. What ever
putt into your head to ask such ques-
lions, childq There, take that, and go
get your little pie board. and roll it out
smoothly, and Ill let you bake some
LII. L.
head about love-letters yet awhile, my
DEAR ~l.SSN
but did your" persisted Patty.
Sir Leon does-and we don't know how
to begin. How did yours beginP'
81 think my first began, MY dear
Miss Holliwell.' I" said Mrs, Remission,
laughing. TASK papa. He'll KNOW
IBID itP'' inquired Patty, rather
doubtfully. "Why, when Mr.. Cope |
wrote to you to borrow that book he |
began, My dear Mrs. Keniston,' and |
his couldn't be lovc-letter. you know.
because, you're married to papa, and |
he engaged to Miss Dover. / don't |
think that sounds lovery enough"
However, she took out her pencil, and |
began to write, spelling over each word |
to herself rs she put it down. |
'tWho 10 your letter to, Pattyr'
asked her mother at last, as she folded |
it up with e sigh of relief, and wrote an |
address on the back.
Why. said Patty, rather faltering-
". 8" it's from Sir Leon to Rosinella. |
That isn't the same as If wrote TO |
Matty. is ita Because. you know. Sir
Leon 8 q man, and I'm not. and, Matty |
well, Matty isn't Rosinella. Matty
never was Queen of Beauty at tournal
ment the way Rosinella was when we.
had one in the orchard the day after
Cousin Evelyn told as "Ivanhoe." And |
it isn't Matty's trousseau we're making;
it's Rosinella's And Rosinella has