“By the laws of justice and of the Church she was a queen, although she was never allowed to reign.... There was about her the brilliancy of courts and palaces, the enchantment of a love-story, the suffering of a victim of despotic power.”--Eugene Dìdier, _Life and Letters of Madame Bonaparte_ (1879). =Patty=, “the maid of the mill,” daughter of Fairfield, the miller. She was brought up by the mother of Lord Aimworth, and was promised by her father in marriage to Farmer Giles; but she refused to marry him, and became the bride of Lord Aimworth. Patty was very clever, very pretty, very ingenuous, and loved his lordship to adoration.--Bickerstaff, _The Maid of the Mill_ (1765). =Pattypan= (_Mrs._), a widow who keeps lodgings, and makes love to Tim Tartlet, to whom she is ultimately engaged. By all accounts, she is just as loving now as she was thirty years ago.--James Cobb, _The First Floor_, i. 2 (1756-1818). =Patullo= (_Mrs._), waiting-woman to Lady Ashton.--Sir W. Scott, _Bride of Lammermoor_ (time, William III.). =Pau-Puk-Keewis=, a cunning mischief-maker, who taught the North American Indians the game of hazard, and stripped them, by his winnings, of all their possessions. In a mad freak Pau-Puk-Keewis entered the wigwam of Hiawatha and threw everything into confusion; so Hiawatha resolved to slay him. Pau-Puk-Keewis, taking to flight, prayed the beavers to make him a beaver ten times their own size. This they did; but when the other beavers made their escape, at the arrival of Hiawatha, Pau-Puk-Keewis was hindered from getting away by his great size; and Hiawatha slew him. His spirit, escaping, flew upwards, and prayed the storm-fools to make him a “brant” ten times their own size. This was done, and he was told never to look downwards, or he would lose his life. When Hiawatha arrived, the “brant” could not forbear looking at him; and immediately he fell to earth, and Hiawatha transformed him into an eagle. Now in winter, when the snowflakes Whirl in eddies round the lodges,... “There,” they cry, “comes Pau-Puk-Keewis; He is dancing thro’ the village, He is gathering in his harvest.” Longfellow, _Hiawatha_, xvii. (1855).