Another day she strolled into the store-room and saw a large tray of fresh buns standing there . Now , it was against the rule to eat between meals , and new hot bread or cake was especially forbidden . Patty remembered both these things , but could not resist temptation . One plump , brown bun , with a lovely plum right in the middle , was so fascinating it was impossible to let it alone ; so Patty whipped it into her pocket , ran to the garden , and hiding behind the big lilac-bush , ate it in a great hurry . It was just out of the oven , and so hot it burned her throat , and lay like a live coal in her little stomach after it was down , making her very uncomfortable for several hours . ` Why do you keep sighing ? ' asked Aunt Pen , as Patty sat down to her work . ' I do n't feel very well . ' ` You have eaten something that disagrees with you . Did you eat hot biscuits for breakfast ? ' ` No , ma'am , I never do , ' and Patty gave another little gasp , for the bun lay very heavily on both stomach and conscience just then . ' A drop or two of ammonia will set you right , ' and Aunt Pen gave her some . It did set the stomach right , but the conscience still worried her , for she could not make up her mind to ` fess ' the sly , greedy thing she had done . ` Put a white patch in the middle of those green ones , ' said Aunt Pen , as Patty sat soberly sewing her daily square . ` Why ? ' asked the little girl , for aunty seldom interfered in her arrangement of the quilt . ` It will look pretty , and match the other three squares that are going at the corners of that middle piece . ' ` Well , I will , ' and Patty sewed away , wondering at this sudden interest in her work , and why Aunt Pen laughed to herself as she put away the ammonia bottle . These are two of the naughty little things that got worked into the quilt ; but there were good ones also , and Aunt Pen 's sharp eyes saw them all . At the window of a house opposite , Patty often saw a little girl who sat there playing with an old doll or a torn book .
She never seemed to run about or go out , and XXXXX often wondered if she was sick , she looked so thin and sober , and was so quiet .
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