The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-02-22
Patty aud matty.

lHarper's Young People.
''Oh, mother not for whole week." Pat
tvs brown eyes were wide open with doubt
and surprise.
why child you just said never. and q
weeks a good deal short of that" answered
busy little Mrs Remission, tucking another
suck into the fire with an odd little CLEAN,
either from the fire light or some inward
amusement dancing around the corners OF
her mouth. She was used to Patty's nevers
and a little tired of them.
Patty went to the window and drummed
on the pane and stared rather forlornly into
the ward, where red haired Job Twitchett
was jumping up and down, jerking the han
die of the old blue pump. de stuck out mis-
tongue at her and winked one eye, but she
was too abstracted to notice this custo mary
begi nning of hostilities. 1t was all very
well to quarrel with Mstty Monroe, and vow
never to speak 10 her again Matty was real
mean to stay away from the spring, asst be-
cause Kez King had said she might drop in
that afternoon; she had no business to break
ner 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
O lite another thing. Why, Sir Leon was to
have married Rosinells before the week was
o1t!
Sir Leon was a doll. He was q very spien-
did doll. with brown eyes and hair, black
velvet cap with a long white feather, q silken
cloak aud slashed trousers reachiog only to
the knee, like knight OF olden times. He
Ing glory a pair of top-boots made OF
channels leather. Cousin Evelyn had dressed
him for Ps.ty's birthday, and Cousin Eve
llyn came from New York and could do any
thing
Next morning Mrs. Remission was rolling
out pie-crust in the kitchen when Patty en-
tered slowly, with kind of dubious bright
ness in her face, and curled up in big chair
BY the table, with her head in her band. a
pencil and some paper projected from her
apron pocket. =,
"Weil Patty" said Mrs Remission, cheerily,
s.what kind of turn overs shall it be7"
Mamma responded Patty, soberly, did
you ever have any love letters?"
"No. Yes OF course. What ever put ii
Into your head to ask such Qaestions child7
tt ere, take that and go get your little pie
YOU bake some dolly pies Don't worry
your silly head about love letters yet awhile,
But did your persisted Patty. Because
want to write one-at least Sir Leon does
AID We don't know how to begin. How did
yours begin"
nOlllWclit cotu hio Aohiotoai AoN6uAhb
Ask Papa. He'll know"
Did itr' inquired Patty, rather doubt
fully. "Why, when Mr.. Cope wrote 10 you
to borrow that book he began, My dear Mrs.
Remission and his couldn't be love letter,
you know, because you're married to papa,
and he's engaged to Miss Dover. L don't
think that sounds loverly enough"
However, she took out her pencil and be-
gan to write, spelling over each word noise
lessly to herself as she put it down.
Who is your letter to, PattyT" asked her
mother at last as she folded it up with q
sigh OF relief and wrote an address on the
back.
why, said Patty, rather falteringly, 'lts
from Sir Leon to Rosinella. That isn't the
same as if / wrote to Matty, is it2 Because,
you know, Sir Icons man and Pm not,
and Matty-well Matty isn't RosineDs
Matty never was Queen of Beauty at tour
nsment the way Rosinells was when we had
ode in the orchard the day after Cousin
Evelyn toll us 'Iyanhoe. And IL isn't
Matty's trousseau we're making: it's Rosi-
nella's. And Rosinella has golden hair, and
Matty has auburn. And ii may send 1t,
mayn't Ir'
YES, indeed you may" said Mrs. Kenis.
ton, laughing much more than was neces-
sary, Patty thought May see it?"
Patty handed 1t across the table, with Q