"What you s'pose I want of Linda Chase's bosom-pin? I wouldn't be seen wearing it!"
CHAPTER IX.
MRS. CHASE'S BOTTLE.
You see Patty knew as much about her own little heart as she did about Choctaw.
One Wednesday morning, early in September, Mrs. Lyman stood before the kneading trough, with both arms in dough as far as the elbows. In the farthest corner of the kitchen sat little Patty, pounding mustard-seed in a mortar.
"Mamma," said she, "Linda Chase has got a calico gown that'll stand alone."
"I've heard you tell of that before," said Mrs. Lyman, taking out a quantity of dough with both hands, putting it on a cabbage-leaf, and patting it into shape like a large ball of butter. A cabbage-leaf was as good as "a skillet," she thought, for a loaf of brown bread.
"Did you ever see a gown stand all alone, mother? Linda says hers does."