By L.M. Montgomery
There's no position like home
Do fairies rather come for the dish of milk we go away them? Is Mrs. McClenahan fairly a witch? How is it attainable to discover a brand new child in a mattress of parsley? those are all questions Pat Gardiner desires to comprehend. And it kind of feels her Irish housekeeper, the incomparable Judy Plum, continuously has an answer...
For Pat, there isn't any position extra magical in the world than her domestic of Silver Bush, with its majestic birch timber and enthralling gardens. If it have been as much as her, not anything there may ever switch. yet in fact if not anything replaced, she'd by no means get a brand new child sister, see her Aunt Hazel's marriage ceremony, or meet the single boy who actually is aware her. certain, there's swap coming for Pat―some of it joyous and a few of it heartbreaking. yet it doesn't matter what, he favourite condominium on this planet will constantly be looking ahead to her...
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Judy's picture, likewise brought out from Ireland. Three white kittens with blue eyes, playing with a ball of silk thread gloriously entangled. Cats and kittens might come and go at Silver Bush, but Judy's kittens were eternally young and frisky. This was a comfort to Pat who, when she was very young, was afraid they might grow up and change, too. It always broke her heart when some beloved kitten turned overnight into a lanky half-grown cat. There were other pictures . . Queen Victoria at her coronation and King William riding his white horse over the Boyne: a marble cross, poised on a dark rock in a raging ocean, lavishly garlanded with flowers, having a huge open Bible on a purple cushion at its foot: the Burial of the Pet Bird: mottoes worked in wool .
Ye know yer primer so 41 ye've got a good start. Now run along, girleen, and mind ye're rale mannerly to yer tacher. " It was this thought that braced Pat sufficiently to enable her to get through the day. It kept the tears back as she turned, at the end of the lane, clinging to Sid's hand, to wave back to Judy who was waving encouragingly from the garden gate. It bore her up under the scrutiny of dozens of strange eyes and her interview with the teacher. It gave her back-bone through the long day as she sat alone at her little desk and made pot-hooks .
Ould Jim Milroy he is now . . Jim wid the beard he was called thin . . oh, oh, he had the magnificent beard. Sure and 'twas a shame to shave it off just bekase it wint out av fashion . . well, where was I at? He wint to get up from the table in a hurry as he always did and didn't one av his buttons catch in the fringe and away wint fringe and cloth and dishes and all. Niver did inny one see such a smash. I was down to the Bay Shore to hilp thim out a bit and me and yer Aunt Frances claned up the mess, her crying and lamenting all the time and small blame to her.