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"What do you want to go gallivantin' to the neighbors for? I
never saw anything like the girls nowadays; highty-tighty,
flauntin', traipsin', triflin' trollops, ev'ry one of 'em, that's
what they are, and Ellen Wilson's one of the triflin'est.
You're old enough now to stay to home where you belong and make
an effort to earn your board and clothes, which you can't, even
if you try."
Spunk, real, Simon-pure spunk, started some-where in Patty and
coursed through her blood like wine.
"If a girl's old enough to stay at home and work, I should think
she was old enough to go out and play once in a while." Patty was
still too timid to make this remark more than a courteous
suggestion, so far as its tone was concerned.
"Don't answer me back; you're full of new tricks, and you've got
to stop 'em, right where you are, or there'll be trouble. You
were whistlin' just now up in the barn chamber; that's one of the
things I won't have round my premises,--a whistlin' girl."
"'T was a Sabbath-School hymn that I was whistling!" This with a
creditable imitation of defiance.
"That don't make it any better. Sing your hymns if you must make
a noise while you're workin'."
"It's the same mouth that makes the whistle and sings the song,
so I don't see why one's any wickeder than the other.
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