The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1881-04-02
A WHOLE WEEK.

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sob, mother! not. for whole
week. Patty's brown eyes were wide
with doubt and surprise. ''' WI ''"
"Why, child, you just said neusr,
and a weeks a 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. Sherwas used to Patty's
nerers, and little tired OF, them. = 10.
] Patty went to the window, and
drum niea 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 distracted to
notice this customary beginning of
hostilties. 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
Atu ~ uuStueSS W DIodh Her pTOIui6o,
aud 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 for
a week was quite another thing. Why,
Sir Leon was to have married Rosnella
before the week was outl' 'iN -a ."-F
There was great commotion in the
yard. job was setting Pug at Tabby.
Hi! look at yer old catH' he shouted,
starting a war-dance on the platform of
the clothes drier, and pointing derisive.
ly 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 u doll He was very
splendid doll, with brown eyes and
hair, black velvet cap with a 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
GROWING 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. s.i.#
Patty picked him up and looked
fiercely in his amiable waxen counte-
nance.
~ don't care a snap for your whis-
kersr' she exclaimed holly, giving him
a vicious little shake. II don't be-
lieve but what Cousin Evelyn just stuck
'em on herself; and it $ my opinion you
were made for girl, Sir Leon de Mont
morenci." ~ 1HeG .-IH7. rul
And at the thought of that dreadful
possibility and Matty Monroe S faith
lessness. she sat down on the boot-box
and cried. -''F'h'S|i -'i'i"
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. ,s.,..,.s. h..,..A.-J.........
"Well, Patty" said Mrs, Remission,
cheerily, what kind of turn-overf
shall it be-" ,v tailnI8sl "hj atais.
Mamma" responded Patty, sober
~, did you ever have any love let
ters? ,.-.
Mrs. Remission paused. with rolling.
pin appraised in establishment. GFH "a
mo. Yes. OF course. What ever
put it into Your head to ask such ques.
tons, child? There, take that, and go
get your little pie board, and roll it out
smoothly. and | II let you bake some
dolly's pies, Don't WORRY your silly
head about love-letters yetawhile,, my
dear"
NH..But did youp" persisted Patty
because want to write oner--at least
Sir Leon does and we dom know how
TO begin, How DID yours .beginP"
al think my first began. : My dear
Miss Holliwell. ;" said Mrs. Remission
laughing. s'"Ask papa. He'll know
"4Did2 ita'' inquired Patty rather
doubtfully. why, when Mr.. Cop,
wrote to you to borrow that book, hi
began, MY dear Mrs! Kenston,' ant
his couldn't be love-letter, YOU know
because ou're married to papa, yanC
be s engaged to Miss Dover. | dom
lilbh thtle oOuhNo lONClJ OuOu2us
| However, she took out her pencil, and
began to write, spelling over each wore
noiselessly to herself as she put it down
"Who is your letter 10, PattyP
asked her mother at last, as, she, folded
it up with u sigh of relief, and wrote oil
addfe % on the Back 9 ,aaSo1Q q 4
Why" said Patty, rather faltering
". q" it's from Sir Leon to Rosinella
That isn't the same as if / wrote t,
Matty. is itP Because, you. know, Si
Icons man, and I'm not, and Matt,
c--7well, Matty isn't Rosinella. Matt,
never was Queen Of Beauty at a tourna
ment the way Rosinela was when VIZ
had one in the orchard the day atteI
Cousin Evelyn told us "Ivanhoe." Anc
1t ism Matty's trousseau we re making
us Rosinella's And Rosinella ha,