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
“I do wish you’d come home this summer, Jingle. If you don’t soon come Pat will up and marry that horrid David Kirk. I know she will. It’s really mysterious the influence that man has gained over her. It’s David this and David that…she’s always quoting him. So far as I can see he doesn’t do anything but talk to her…and he can talk. The creature is abominably clever.”
Hilary sighed. Perhaps he should have gone to the Island last summer. But he was working his way through college…for accept help from the mother who had neglected him all his life he would not…and summer visits home…to Hilary “home” meant Silver Bush…could not be squeezed into his budget.
CHAPTER 24
The first day of November came when Judy must pack. It was mild and calm and sunny but there had been hard frost the night before, for the first time, and the garden had suffered. Pat hated to look at her flowers. The nasturtiums were positively indecent. She realized that the summer was over at last.
Judy’s trunk was in the middle of the kitchen floor. Pat helped her pack. “Don’t forget the black bottle, Judy,” Sid said slyly as he passed. Judy ignored this but she brought down her book of Useful Knowledge.
“I must be taking this, Patsy. There do be a lot av ettiket hints in it. Or do ye be thinking they’re a trifle out av date? The book is by way av being a bit ouldish. I wudn’t want me cousins in Ireland to be thinking I didn’t know the latest rules. And, Patsy darlint, I’m taking me ould dress-up dress as well as the new one. I did be always loving that dress. The new one is rale fine but I haven’t been wearing it long enough to fale acquainted wid it. Do ye rimimber how ye always hated to give up any av yer ould clothes, Patsy? And, Patsy dear, here’s the kay av me blue chist. I’m wanting ye to kape it for me whin I’m gone and if innything but good shud be happening to me over there…not that I’m thinking it will…ye’ll be finding me bit av a will in the baking powder can in the till.”
“Judy, just imagine it…this time next week you’ll be in the middle of the Atlantic.”