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`` But , mamma , '' said Patty , `` why ca n't I have things like Linda Chase ? '' `` My little girl must try to be happy in the state in which God has placed her , '' said Mrs. Lyman , trimming a pie round the edges . `` But I do n't live in a state , '' said Patty , dropping a tear into the cinnamon ; `` I live in the _ District _ of Maine ; and I want a gown that 'll stand alo-ne ! '' `` It 's half past eight , And I ca n't afford to wait , '' sang Moses from the south entry . This was a piece of poetry which always aroused Patty . Up she sprang , and put on her cape-bonnet to start for school at Mrs. Merrill 's , just round the corner . `` Daughter , '' said Mrs. Lyman , in a low voice , as she was going out , `` you have a happier home than poor Linda Chase .