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Updated: June 26, 2025
You come 'long upstairs with me, Miss P'tricia; I'll resume all the 'sponsibility." "Aunt Julia said 'the very next time'; this is the very next time." "She done lay out your dress 'fore she went, honey so crisp and nice and all the pretty pink ribbons," Sarah spoke coaxingly. "Aunt Julia didn't know I hadn't tumbled out of the apple tree then." "I'se going phonegraph your aunt right off!"
"But whatever put such a notion in yo' head, Miss P'tricia, is more'n I kin figger out," she declared a few moments later, guiding the sleepy Tommy's spoon in its journey from bowl to mouth. "What yo' reckon yo' pa's goin' say?" "I think," Patricia glanced about the table, "that just at present Daddy would say bed." "H'm," Sarah grunted, "yo' knows what I means.
"Where's you-un been all day, Miss P'tricia?" she enquired, severely. "If you don't mind, Sarah I'm very hungry and tired I won't go into that at present. I had something very important to see to." "Humph!" Sarah grunted. "Nice doings, worrying your pore aunt near to 'straction the doctor, he ain't come home to dinner to hear 'bout your carryings-on.
I isn't discoursing 'bout pie, Miss P'tricia." "But it's mighty good pie, Sarah! Will there be cherry pie among the refreshments this afternoon?" "Miss P'tricia! And the cherry juice all a dripping down, like's not, on you-uns clean white dresses," Sarah protested.
"Yo' know Miss Julia don' like a fire in her room nights an' de house like summer now, wid de furnuss!" "Aunt Julia isn't sleeping here tonight," Patricia answered, calmly; "and I particularly want the room cheerful; you know, there's nothing like an open fire for making things cheerful." "Miss P'tricia, what yo' be'n doin'?" And Patricia explained. Sarah rolled her black eyes ceiling-wards.
"Miss P'tricia," Sarah broke in wrathfully, "where's that cherry pie I done made for Marse Doctor's supper?" Patricia slowly drew up her uppermost apron. "It's here most of it; Custard got the rest. I I stumbled and fell into it. You see, we were playing pirate and we were smuggling." The doctor, much to his sister's indignation, sat down suddenly on one of the garden benches.
"Who ever heerd tell o' sich doin's! I'd jus' like ter know who done gib yo' commission ter do this, Miss P'tricia! An' whatever is yo' goin' do wid five strange young uns?" "Make them happy and comfortable, I hope," Patricia laughed. "There they are now. Start a fire in my room, please, Sarah, and make up a bed on my lounge.
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