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Updated: May 19, 2025
I made the height of it manufacturing Aunt Patty's Silver Soap. I invented the art of making it. I experimented for three years before I got just the right quantity of chloride of sodium solution and caustic potash mixture to curdle properly. And after I had taken some $9,000,000 out of the soap business I made the rest in corn and wheat futures.
As the two friends stood and stared at one another aghast, they heard the click of Patty's returning heels, and Mead, abandoning dignity, courage everything except the broken mask dived into Miss Perry's maiden bower. Mrs. Hawley watched this procedure with wide and fascinated eyes. No ripple shook the walls of the bower. No sound proceeded from it as the moments flew.
She wanted to try and see, but Aunt Pen refused to read any more calico till the quilt was done: then, she said in a queer, solemn way, she should make the good and bad days appear in a remarkable manner. This puzzled Patty very much, and she quite ached to know what the joke would be; meantime the pile grew steadily, and every day, good or bad, added to that other work called Patty's life.
"Just imagine this night week I'll be in Avonlea delightful thought!" said Anne, bending over the box in which she was packing Mrs. Rachel Lynde's quilts. "But just imagine this night week I'll be gone forever from Patty's Place horrible thought!" "I wonder if the ghost of all our laughter will echo through the maiden dreams of Miss Patty and Miss Maria," speculated Phil.
Aunt Patty had given her a rag doll that she had when she was a little girl, and it was over fifty years old. It was undeniably sweet, because it had been steeped in lavender, but it was not very pretty. There was a curious little wooden cradle Aunt Patty's brother had made. All the children's story-books were up here in a case Dele had made out of a packing box.
"But I don't want to," and Patty's adorable pout proved her words. "That doesn't matter. Your 'reluctant feet' have to move on whether they wish to or not. Are you bashful?" "Sorta," and Patty put her finger in her mouth, with a shy simper. "You're anything but bashful! You're a coquette!" "Oh, no!" and Patty opened her eyes wide in horror. "Oh, kind sir, DON'T say THAT!"
I I haven't always done what I should, I dare say, but my conduct in the state of Ohio during the last few weeks has been without stain unless I've forgotten but if it had been anything very heinous, I'd remember, don't you think?" Somebody crossed the room, and a paper rustled. "Read that!" said Miss Patty's voice. And then silence for a minute. "Good lord!" exclaimed Mr. Pierce.
This elaborate paraphernalia of sickness created a momentary illusion in the minds of the visitors. Priscilla ran to the bedside and dropped on her knees beside her invalid room-mate. "Patty dear," she said anxiously, "how do you feel?" A seraphic smile spread over Patty's face. "I've been able to take a little nourishment to-day," she said. "Patty, you're a scandalous humbug!
But nothing more was said about going home, and the weeks slipped by until it was March. Everything seemed to be winding itself up. Patty's music term was finished; Elise's drawing lessons were nearing their close for the season, and Mrs. Farrington, though she said nothing about going home, somehow seemed to be quietly getting ready. Patty didn't exactly understand the attitude of her hostess.
Two days ago Miss Patty wrote me a note asking me to call; and then she asked if I would take her gift to you. What would you wish most from Patty's Place, Anne?" "You can't mean that Miss Patty has sent me her china dogs?" "Go up head. They're in my trunk this very moment. And I've a letter for you. Wait a moment and I'll get it."
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