The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1881-04-02
A WHOLE WEEK.


A WHOLE WEEK.
"Oh, mother! not for whole
week" patty's brown eyes were wide
with doubt and surprise.
why, child. you just said merer,
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 ,tire-light or some inward
amusement, dancing round the corners
of her mouth. She was used to Patty S
nerers. and q 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. lie
stuck out his tongue at her and winked
one eye, but she was too distracted to
notice this customary beginning OF
hostilities. 1t was all very we'll 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 for
= 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.
Hi! look at yer old cat!'' he shouted,
starting 4 war-dance on the platform of
the clothes-drier, and pointing derisiye.
~ 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. t..''t .H .. ,'0
Sir Leon was doll. He was a very
splendid doll, with brown ewes and
hair, black velvet cap with long
white feather, q 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. -. >,
Patty picked him up and looked
fiercely in bis amiable waxen counte-
II don't care a snap for your whis.
kers? she exclaimed holly. giving him
q vicious little shake. II don't be-
lieve but what Cousin Evelyn Just stuck
EN- on herself; and it my opinion YOU
were made for girl, Sir Leon de Mont
morenci." :" ~ .si l1-I -
And at the thought of that dreadful
possibility and Matty Monroe faith
lessness. she sat down on the boot.box
and cried.
Next morning Mrs. Remission was
rolling out pie.crr,st in the kitchen
when Patty entered SLOWLY, with kind
of dubious brightness in her face, an d
curled up in q big chait by the table.
with her head on her hand. "A pencil
ana some paper projected from her
apron pocket. "3 !, -'sI =
"Weli, Patty" said Mrs. Remission.
cheerily. "what kind of turn-oyers
shall it be:?'' ,............ -. ~..'o,
Mamma" responded Patty, sober
~, " ii you ever have any love let
Mrs. Remission paused, with rolling.
pin appraised in a,tonishment
"No. Yes. OF course. What ever
put it into Your head to ask such qllcs.
tons, child? There, take that, and 90
get your little pie board, and roll it out
smoothly, and l II let YOU bake some
dolly's PIES. Don worry your silly
head about love.letters yet awhile, nv
dear"
but did you?' persisted Patty.
''Because want to write one-at least
Sir Leon does and we don t know how
to begin. How did yours beginP" II
j. ~ think my first began, My dear
Miss Holliwell,'' said Mrs. Remission.
laughing. ASK papa. He'll KNOW
Ibid it?" inquired Patty, rather
doubtfully. "Why, when MIR. Cope
wrote to you to borrow that book. he
began, My dear Mrs. Kenisto on and
his couldn't be loyeletter, you know,
because you're married to papa, and
ne 8 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
noiselessly to herself as she put it down.
::Who is your letter 10, Pattyp''
asked her mother at last, as she folded
il up with sigh Of relief, and wrote an
address on the back.
why" said Patty, rather falterine-
ly. Its from Sir Leon to Rosinella.
That isn't the same as if l wrote to.
Matty. is it? Because, you know, Sir
Icons man, and I'm not, and Matty
well, Matty isn't R sine'la. Matty
never was Queen OF Beauty at a tourna-
ment the way Rosinel!a was when we
had one in the orchard the day after
Cousin Evelyn told US "Iyanhoe. And
it ism Matty's trousseau We re making:
it's Ros'nella's And Rosinells has
golden hair, and Matty has auburn.
And Imay send it, mayn't Iy'
Yes. indeed, you may" said Mrs.
Aen'ston, laughing much more than was
necessary q &c. Patty thought "May l see
Patty handed it across the table, with
q glance OF mingled pride and appre-
hension, and this is what Mrs. Remission
read: s.sst, ..,5.ses