Chapters (72)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- THE FIRST YEAR
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- THE SECOND YEAR
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- THE THIRD YEAR
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- THE FOURTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- THE FIFTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- THE SIXTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- THE SEVENTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- THE EIGHTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- THE NINTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- THE TENTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- THE ELEVENTH YEAR
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- About the Author
- Back Cover
“When I felt that I needed a little sustenance I slipped into the pantry when the coast was clear and got me a cake. A real good cake…roll-jelly…I didn’t think they made them now. Then I scouted around for some milk and found a bowl of whipped cream in the ice-house. ‘Plenty more where that came from,’ thought I. Made a pretty decent meal.”
“And me blaming Sam Binnie,” said Judy. “Oh, oh, I’ll be begging his pardon, Binnie and all as he is.”
“I kept back in the bush…had to,” said Uncle Horace. “If I moved I fell over some canoodling couple. There were people in love all over the place.”
“Love is in the air at Silver Bush, symbolically speaking,” said Tillytuck. “I find it rather pleasant. The little girls’ love affairs give a flavor to life.”
“But Judy here isn’t married yet,” said Uncle Horace gravely.
“Oh, oh, I cudn’t support a husband,” sighed Judy.
“Don’t you think it’s time?” said Uncle Horace gravely. “We’re none of us getting younger, you know, Judy.”
“But I’m hoping some av us do be getting a liddle wiser,” retorted Judy witheringly.
But she was plainly in high cockalorum. Horace had always had a warm spot in her heart and in her eyes he was still a boy.
“I got a drink out of the old well while you were at supper,” said Uncle Horace in a different tone. “There’s none like it the world over. I’ve always understood David and his craving for a drink from the well at Bethlehem. And the ferns along the road from Silverbridge. I’ve smelled smells all the world over, east and west, and there’s no perfume like the fragrance of spice ferns as you walk along a P. E. Island road on a summer evening. Well, young folks like your girls and Judy mayn’t mind staying up all night, Alec, but I’m not equal to it any longer. Judy, do you suppose it’s possible to have fried chicken for breakfast?”
“How like a man!” Rae telegraphed in disgust to Pat. Expecting to have fried chicken for breakfast when it was four o’clock after a party! But Judy was actually looking pleased.
“There do be a pair av young roosters out there just asking for it,” she said meditatively.
Judy and Pat and Rae had a last word when everybody had gone.