Just Patty (The Floating Press)
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Just Patty is Jean Webster's sixth novel, published in 1911. Just Patty is the prequel to When Patty Went to College, which was Webster's first novel.
We see the same lovable prankster at school, causing just as much havoc as ever and delighting her fellow students with her scornful disregard for rules and etiquette.
court, through the lighted window, as she sat in state at the end of a long table. Osaki on one side, tendered preserved strawberries, and Maggie on the other, frosted cakes. The rewards of martyrdom, in Patty's case, were solidly substantial. IV - The Third Man from the End * "Oh, Patty! Did you bring us some wedding cake?" "Did you have any adventures?" Conny and Priscilla, with the dexterity of practice, sprang upon the rear step of the hearse as it turned in at the school gate, and
and came out speckled like a plover's egg. Tammas Junior had volunteered for this job, but it was one the girls could not relinquish. They did allow him to kalsomine the ceilings and hang the wall paper; but they painted the floors and lower reaches of woodwork themselves. The evening's hour of recreation no longer found them dancing, but sitting in a solid phalanx on the stairs hemming sheets and tablecloths. The house was to be furnished with a completeness that poor Mrs. Flannigan, in all her
stuck to them. In spite of many washings in hot water, their faces became noticeably scaly. Miss Sallie, who represented St. Ursula's board of health, met Patty Wyatt in the hall one morning. She took her by the chin and turned her to the light. Patty squirmed embarrassedly. "My dear child! What is the matter with your face?" "I—I don't know—exactly. It seems sort of—of—dandruffy." "I should think it did! What have you been eating?" "Only what I get at meals," said Patty, relievedly telling
entries postponed the bestowal of the prize, so she left the judges to settle the question at their leisure, and drifted on to Evalina's room. She found it dark, except for the fitful blue flare of alcohol and salt burning in a fudge pan. The guests were squatting about on sofa cushions, looking decidedly spotty in the unbecoming light. Patty silently dropped down on a vacant cushion, and lent polite attention to Evalina, who at the moment held the floor. "Well, you know, I had a very
covered it with her sweater, and safely bore it away. She and Patty conveyed their booty by devious secret ways to Paradise Alley. A great many alarms were given on the passage, a great deal of muffled giggling ensued, but finally the monkey-wrench and the pie—slightly damaged as to its meringue top, but still distinctly recognizable as lemon—were safely cached under Patty's bed to await their part in the night's adventure. "Lights-out" as usual, rang at nine-thirty, but it rang to deaf ears. A