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At this very moment she lay softly and safely in a bureau drawer ready to be lifted out, sometime, Waitstill fancied, and shown tenderly to Patty's children. Of her own possible children she never thought. There was but one man in the world who could ever be the father of them and she was separated from him by every obstacle that could divide two human beings.
"Yes! he asked her after you had refused to take it!" "Refused! What do you mean?" "Oh, I know all about it! You wrote a note to Martin, telling him you wouldn't take the part, and asking him not to mention the subject to you again." "What!" and all the colour went out of Patty's face as the thought flashed across her mind what this meant.
For he was a conservative, fastidious aristocrat, and though Azalea's rough edges had been rubbed down a bit by Patty's training, she was still of a very different type from the Van Reypen stock. But they both loved the open, and they strode along, chatting or silent as fitted their mood. "What's in your mind just now, Brownie?" he asked, as Azalea looked thoughtful.
The gallon measure had been filled to the brim ten minutes before, and ever since, the treacly liquid had been overflowing the top and spreading in a brown flood, unnoticed, over the floor. Patty's feet were glued to it, her buff calico skirts lifted high to escape harm. "I can't move," she cried. "Oh! You stupid, stupid Cephas, how could you leave the molasses spigot turned on?
Clark might as well have said, "You must send her to the moon" or so Marcella thought bitterly. Despair filled her heart as she looked at Patty's white face and transparent hands and listened to the doctor's coolly professional advice. Patty's illness had already swept away the scant savings of three years. Marcella had nothing left with which to do anything more for her.
At the summit two or three persons were already waiting strangers to him. He leaned against the wall, and read an evening paper. At every sound of approaching feet his eyes watched with covert eagerness. Presently he heard a laugh, echoing from below, and recognised Patty's voice; then Miss Ringrose appeared round the winding in the staircase, and was followed by Eve Madeley.
"He sounds an interesting youth," said Patty, and then, as Roger came up and asked her for a dance, she promptly forgot the musical nephew. At supper-time, Patty's crowd of intimates gathered around her, and they occupied a pleasant corner of the dining-room. "What'll you have, Patsums?" asked Roger, as a waiter brought a tray full of dainty viands.
I understand that wealthy folk have tried to buy the lot time and again it's really worth a small fortune now, you know but 'Patty' won't sell upon any consideration. And there's an apple orchard behind the house in place of a back yard you'll see it when we get a little past a real apple orchard on Spofford Avenue!" "I'm going to dream about 'Patty's Place' tonight," said Anne.
This had made frocks, aprons, petticoats, and even underclothes, for two full years, and Patty's weekly objurgations when she removed her everlasting yellow dress from the nail where it hung were not such as should have fallen from the lips of a deacon's daughter.
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