Savage winking prevented thefall of a single tear.
Maybe I wont be so lonesome if I say my prayers twice, thoughtPat.
So this is Marys little girl, said a piping voice.
Ive slipped the pansies you picked for me into my bouquet,darling
Mothers old homeand therefore to be loved, whether
one could love the people in itor not. The horror of that lonely road had ceased to
be. I noticed ye didnt ate innythingav their fine spread. I belong to Silver Bush,
you know, she said. She saw a little quivering ruby of lightfall on Aunt Hazels
white veil .
I dont belong anywhere, said Jingle
forlornly.
Nivers a long day, said Judy
philosophically.
But still she missed thegreat, friendly, rustling
greenness that had always filled thatgap.
It was a wild night after the lovely day. She did
so love tolet things in out of the cold. For dessert she had three of the tabooedred
plums.
That bit avthe South river, ye cud niver see it
from here afore. But Judy could not resist giving Pat a sly dig.
She did notwant to go back to the Bay Shore. It was
beautiful to watch herwaking up and beautiful to bend over her while she was
asleep.
What wud ye say now to a sausageand a baked
pittaty?
Pat would have been perfectly happy if it had not
been for themorrows visit. Sure and Ive been grinning that much to-day I fale as if
Id been turned into a chessy-cat. When thejob was finished Silver Bush looked like
home again.
With everything so upset and disarranged upstairs
and down SilverBush wasnt like home at all.
Those strange little shadows,dark amid the
darkness, under the ferns .
I dare Him to do it, sez ould Jed,feeling bigger
than iver.
The dark boughs of the trees, tossingagainst the
silver moonlit sky, were beautiful . The day was lovely, full of blue, sweet
autumnhazes. Sure and yer mother has gone to bed,rale played out wid all the ruckus,
and small wonder.
Oh, oh, this table do be looking like the relics
ofould dacency, doesnt it now? Last Sunday in church the choir hadsung, The night is
dark and I am far from home.
Oh, they left out some bread and molasses for me,
said Jingle.
Come along wid me, darlint, and help me out a bit,
Judy .
He fell aslape at the topav the stairs and rolled
down thim whin he was a lad.
The Great-aunts av the Bay Shore farm were after
being abit more stately than common .