The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1881-04-07
A WHOLE WEEK.

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A WHOLE WEEK.
"Oh, mother! not for a whole
weekr' Patty's brown eyes were wide
with doubt and surprise. e
'.Why. child. you just said asever,
and a weeks good deal short OF
that" answered. busy little Mrs. Ken.
lston, 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 PATTY
.meUers. 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 eye, but she was too distracted to
notice this customary beginning of
hostilities. 1t 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 herr.
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 Tabbv.
:. Hi! look at yer old catr' he shouted.
starting 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. & lIs t't
Sir Leon was DOLL He was a yery
splendid doll, with brown eyes and
hair, a black velvet cap with long
white feather, silken cloak and
slashed trousers reaching only to the
knee, like a knight of olden times. He
even had long gray stockings, and
browning glory! a pair of top-boots
made OF channels 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. *aisse
" don't care a snap for your whis-
kers" she exclaimed holly, giving him
a vicious little shake. q don't he.
lieve but what Cousin Evelyn lust stuck
'em on herself; and it my opinion YOU
were made for a girl, Sir Leon de Mont
And at the thought of that dreadful
possibility and Matty Monroe's faith |
lessness, she sat down on the boot-box
and cried. 80
Next morning Mrs. Remission was
rolling out pie-crust in the kitchen
when Patty entered slowly, with a kind
Of dubious brightness in her face. and
curled up in big chair by the table.
with her head on her hand. A pencil
ana some paper projected from her
'Well, Patty" said Mrs. Remission.
cheerlly. ''what kind of turn-oyers
shall it be?''
Mamma" responded Patty, sober
J, did you ever have any love-let
Mrs. Remission paused, with rolling
pin upraised in establishment.
mo. Yes. Of course. What ever
put 1t into your head to ask such oues-
IONS child2 There, take that, and 90
ret your little pie board. and roll it out
moothly, and I'll let you bake some
toly' $ pies. Don't worry your silly
read about love-letters yet awhile, nv
lear"
But did YOUR persisted Patty.
Because want to write one-at least
'ir Leon does-and we dom know how
0 begin. How did yours beginp''
think my first began, MY dear
diss Holliwell. J" said Mrs. Remission
ASK papa. He'll Know
g." Did it?'' inquired Patty, rather
''Why, when Mr.. Cone
vrote to you to borrow that book. he
'egan, My dear Mrs. Keniston.' and
lis couldn't be q love-letter, you know.
ecause you re married to papa, and
W MlSS lover. don't .
mink that sounds lovery enough"
However, she took out her pencil. and
egan 70 write, spelling over each word
olselessly to herself as she put it down.
Mho IS your letter to, PattyP''
sked her mother at last, as she folded ,
up with sigh of relief, and wrote an ,
ddress on the back.
Why said Patty, rather falterino. !,
:. it's from Sir Leon to Rosinella
hat isn't the same as if l wrote tn !,
latty. is it? Because. you know. Sir :
cons a man, and I'm not, and Mattv !;
well, Matty isn't Rosine1la. Matty
ever was Queen of Beauty at a tourna-
lent the way Rosinella was when we
ad one in the orchard the day after ,
ousin Evelyn told us 'sIvanhoe. And !
isn't Matty's trousseau we re MAKING. q
s RoSinella,s And Ros;nall- [ z