I wanted to keep it always inremembrance of those
dear little cheeses you used to make me in it. Things were a littlequeer as they had
sometimes seemed in childhood on certainevenings.
Like all his letters it had a certain
flavour.
Afterthat Pat didnt care what anybody did or said .
How terrible it must be not to see and FEEL beauty, said Patsoftly.
Its the price youpay for loving, I guess. Judy, Im
almost sure dear little dogs like McGinty must havesouls.
Surely they had only to slip overthe old bridge to
find themselves in the old fairyland.
She gave a gasp and looked at Gentleman Tom.
Tillytuck says hes going to get a radio, said Cuddles, who wasnot in school, as it
was Saturday.
Therell be enoughsquazed out for Cuddles whin the
time comes, niver fear.
But she wasscared to bekase av her promise about
the bracelet.
There wasnothing for it but the old buggy and the
old grey mare. He may not be having inny great ear for music but he do be knowinghow
to get round Tillytuck.
And that cat dont condescend to every one, speaking
symbolically,maam, said Tillytuck. Cuddles came running across theyard, the spring
sunlight shining on her golden-brown head. Then the day made upits mind to be sunny.
And is there inny word av him coming home this summer? Im not forgetting the day I
took Siddy through the South Glinchurchyard whin he was six.
Whats a countess whinall is said and done?
Binniesays we throw out more wid a spoon than the min can bring in wid ashovel
Whiniver I see thedog McGinty I think av Jingle. By
Wednesday night Silver Bush was ready forthe countess . Aunt Edith and Aunt Barbara
are terribly excited, said Pat. A liddle bit av one mebbe, said Judy cautiously. It
was ralebitter, for black didnt set her. Im thinking those are yer Great-aunt
Marthas. And thank the Good Man Above therell beno Jerusalem cherries around.
Pat,with a reckless feeling that nothing mattered now anyhow, flungconventionality
to the winds.
So yed better be lavingit to nature, girls dear.
Somehow they found themselves all sitting around the table. Im thinking those are
yer Great-aunt Marthas.
If looks could have slain Judy would have been a
murderess. The padlock and kays missing, Patsy dear, so it wudnt be
muchuse.
Judys friedchicken was something to dream about.
Even Tillytuck seemedto have passed into a state of coma.
The poor liddle bride was married in a blue serge
suitand tears. And he was setting the saucer for the fairies, just as Judyalways
did.