The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1915-03-18
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Thcre'u he some thing 10 DO.
There'Il be some thine TO do.
rhere'u be something for children to dol
On that bright. blessed shore
Where there's Toy evermore
There'll be some-thlng for children 10 do
Patty's young existence being full TO
the brim Of labor this view Of heaven
never IN the least appealed 10 her, and
she rendered the hymn with little sym
patty. The main part " the verse
was strongly accented by jabs az the
unotfendng dandelIon roots. but when
the chorus came she brought out the
emphatic syllables by a beat OF the
broken knife on the milk pan.
This rendition OF a sabbath school
classic did not meet waitstilrs ideas
OF perfect propriety, but she smiled
and let It pass, planning some sort OF
recreation for a stolen half hour of the
afternoon. II would have to he walk
through the pasture into tue woods 10
see what had grown since they went
there a fortnight ago. Patty loved peO-
pie better than nature. hut tailing tue
one she could put up with the other.
for she had sense OF beauty aud a
pagan love OF color. There would be
pale hued Innocence nud blue and
white violets In the moist places.
thought waitstill. and they would have
them In china cup on the supper Ia
BILE. No. that would never do. for last
time father had knocked them over
when he was reaching for the bread
and in a silent protest against such
foolishness got up from the table and
emptied them into the kitchen sink.
There's a place for everything" he
said when he came back. "and the
place for flowers Is outdoors"
Then In the pine woods there would
be. she was sure. Star Of Bethlehem,
solomon's Seal. the white spray OF
ground nuts and bunch berries. Per
haps they could make bouquet. and
Patty would take II across the fields to
Mrs. Boynton's door. She need not 60
in. and thus they would not be dis
obeying their fathers command not To
visit that 'crszy Boynton woman"
Here Patty came In with a painful
Of greens. and the sisters sat down In
the sunny window to get them ready
for the pot
I'm calmer." the little rebel allow
ed That's generally the way II turns
out with me. ! get into a rage. but I
can generally sing II or"
you certainly must have got rid OF
q good deal OF temper this morning by
the way your voice sounded"
Nobody can bear us In this out OF
the way place. It's easy enough to
see that the women weren't asked to
say anything when the men settled
where the houses should be built The
men weren't content to stick them on
the top OF high hill OF half a mile
from the stores. but put them back to
the main road. taking due care to cut
the sink window where their wives
couldn't see anything. even when they
were washing dishes"
81 don't know that I ever thought
about IL In that way" And Waitstill
looked out OF the window in a brown
study. while her hands worked with
the dandelion greens 1--we noticed 1t.
but | never supposed the men did IL
Intentionally"
mo. you wouldn't" said Patty. with
the pessimism of a woman OF ninety.
as she stole an admiring glance at her
sister. Pattys own face. irregular.
piquant. tantalizing. had Its peculiar
charm. and her brilliant skin and hair
30 dazzled the masculine beholder that
be took note Of no small defects. But
Waitstill was beautiful-beautifule even
I'm her working dress OF purple calico.
Her single braid Of hair. the Foxweli
hair. that In her was bronze and In
Patty pale auburn. was wound once
around her fine head and made To
stand a little as Ii went across the
front. II was a simple. easy. uncon-
scious fashion OF her own. quite differ
ent from anything done by other WON
en- In her time and place. and II just
suited her dignity aud serenity. II
looked like corunet. but II was the
way she carried her head that gave
you the fancy. there were such spirit
and pride In the poise OF II on the long.
graceful neck. Her eyes We're as clear
as mountain pools shaded by rusbes.
and the strength OF the face WIS sof-
tened by the sweetness Of the mouth.
Patty never let the conversation die
out for many seconds at a time. and
now she began again: My sudden
RACES don't match my name very well;
but. Of course. mother didn't know
how l was going to turn out when she
called me Patience. for was nothing
but a squirming little bald. red baby.
But my name really Is too ridiculous
when you think about L."
Waitstill laughed as she said: 1T
didn't take you long to change It. Ter
haps Patience was a hard word for a
baby TO say. but the moment you could
talk you said Patty wants this and
Patty wants that"
"Did Patty ever get TT She never
has since. that's certain! And look at
your name. It's 'Waltstill.' yet you
never stop a moment When you're
not In the shed or barn or chicken
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