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Updated: May 18, 2025
A few days before the close of the old year, Patty sat at her desk in the library of Boxley Hall. She was making lists of good things to be ordered for the feast on New Year's day; and, as it was her first unaided experience with such memoranda, she wore an air of great importance and a deeply puckered brow.
Hepworth said it was especially well adapted to Patty's style, and that he would like to paint her portrait in that garb. This seemed to Mr. Fairfield a good idea, and they at once made arrangements for future sittings. Patty was greatly pleased. "Won't it be fine, papa?" she said. "It will be an ancestral portrait to hang in Boxley Hall and keep till I'm an old lady like Miss Daggett."
However, Miss Daggett was not one to be ignored or lightly set aside, so Patty put on her things and started. Although Miss Daggett's house was next door to Boxley Hall, yet it was set in the middle of such a large lot, and was so far back from the street, and so surrounded by tall, thick trees, that Patty had never had a really good view of it.
Patty smiled gaily at her uncle, for they were great friends, and said: "Then I shall expect you to visit me very often in my new home, that is, if I ever get there." "I can't see our way clear to a Christmas dinner in Boxley Hall," said Mr. Fairfield; "but I think I can promise you, chick, that you can invite your revered uncle and his family to dine with you there on New Year's day."
"He's an artist friend of papa's, who comes out quite often, and who always goes sailing with us when we have sailing parties." Aunt Alice was more than willing to help Patty with her project, and the result was a very pretty little afternoon tea at Boxley Hall. "I'm so glad I brought my white crepe-de-chine," said Aunt Isabel, as she dressed for the occasion.
"I do hope it isn't the usual crop, papa; for if they always come in like this, we'll have to give up Boxley Hall and go to live in the poor-house." "Oh, I don't know. We haven't overdrawn our bank account yet Whew! Pacetti's is a stunner, isn't it?" "Yes," said Patty, in a meek little voice.
Hepworth so heartily to attend the performance offering him the choicest seats in the house and as many as he wanted that he finally consented to come if he could persuade his friends at Boxley Hall to put him up for the night. Patty demurely promised to try her best to coax her father to agree to this arrangement, and though she said she had little hope of succeeding, Mr.
"You are very welcome to Boxley Hall, and I want you just to look upon it as your home and conduct yourselves accordingly." "Nan can do that," said Bumble, "but I'm afraid, if Bob and I did it, your beautiful home would soon lose its present spick-and-span effect." "All right, let it lose," said Patty. "We'll have a good time anyhow.
It was a task of some weeks to gather them all in, but it was one of the keenest enjoyment to the squire, who each evening, over his mulled wine in the King's Arms Tavern, pictured and repictured the moment of triumph, when, with the growing bundle of mortgages completed, he should ride to Boxley and inform its occupant that he wished them paid.
Boxley thereupon marched with a dozen followers on a Quixotic errand of release, but on the road the blacks fell away, and he, after some time in hiding, surrendered himself. Six of the negroes after conviction were hanged and a like number transported; but Boxley himself broke jail and escaped.
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