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Chapters (72)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. THE FIRST YEAR
  6. CHAPTER 1
  7. CHAPTER 2
  8. CHAPTER 3
  9. CHAPTER 4
  10. CHAPTER 5
  11. CHAPTER 6
  12. CHAPTER 7
  13. CHAPTER 8
  14. CHAPTER 9
  15. CHAPTER 10
  16. CHAPTER 11
  17. CHAPTER 12
  18. THE SECOND YEAR
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. CHAPTER 17
  24. CHAPTER 18
  25. CHAPTER 19
  26. CHAPTER 20
  27. CHAPTER 21
  28. CHAPTER 22
  29. THE THIRD YEAR
  30. CHAPTER 23
  31. CHAPTER 24
  32. CHAPTER 25
  33. CHAPTER 26
  34. THE FOURTH YEAR
  35. CHAPTER 27
  36. CHAPTER 28
  37. CHAPTER 29
  38. CHAPTER 30
  39. CHAPTER 31
  40. CHAPTER 32
  41. THE FIFTH YEAR
  42. CHAPTER 33
  43. CHAPTER 34
  44. THE SIXTH YEAR
  45. CHAPTER 35
  46. CHAPTER 36
  47. CHAPTER 37
  48. THE SEVENTH YEAR
  49. CHAPTER 38
  50. CHAPTER 39
  51. CHAPTER 40
  52. CHAPTER 41
  53. CHAPTER 42
  54. CHAPTER 43
  55. THE EIGHTH YEAR
  56. CHAPTER 44
  57. CHAPTER 45
  58. CHAPTER 46
  59. THE NINTH YEAR
  60. CHAPTER 47
  61. CHAPTER 48
  62. THE TENTH YEAR
  63. CHAPTER 49
  64. CHAPTER 50
  65. CHAPTER 51
  66. CHAPTER 52
  67. THE ELEVENTH YEAR
  68. CHAPTER 53
  69. CHAPTER 54
  70. CHAPTER 55
  71. About the Author
  72. Back Cover

“Not in beaus,” said Judy shrewdly. “And I’m minding that the yard at the Bay Shore used to be full of rigs on Sunday afternoons, young Alec Gardiner’s among them. Don’t be forgetting you were once young, Long Alec. We’ll all have a bit av quiet fun be times watching the antics. Were ye hearing what happened to Just Dog last Sunday afternoon whin one av the young Shortreed sprouts…Lloyd I’m thinking his name was…was sitting on the front porch steps, looking kind av holy and solemn, for all the world like his ould Grandfather Shortreed at prayer mating. Sure and the poor baste…not maning Lloyd…met up wid a rat in the stone dyke behind the church barn and cornered it. But me Mr. Rat put up a fight and clamped his teeth in Just Dog’s jaw. Such howling ye niver did be hearing as he tore across the yard and through me kitchen and the hall and out past the young fry on the steps and through me bed av petunias. Roaring down the lane he wint, the rat still houlding on tight. The girls wint into kinks and Tillytuck come bucketing out, rale indignant, and saying, the divil himsilf must have got inty the modern rats. ‘Oh, oh,’ sez I, ‘don’t be spaking so flippant av the divil, Mr. Tillytuck. He’s an ancient ould lad and shud be rispicted,’ sez I. Lloyd Shortreed looked rale shocked.”

“And no wonder. I don’t hold with such goings-on in my house on Sunday.”

“Sure and who cud be hilping it?” protested Judy. “It was Just Dog’s doings intirely, going rat-hunting on Sunday. Before that the young fry were all quiet and sober-like. As for Tillytuck and his langwidge, iverybody do be knowing him. It’s well known he didn’t larn it at Silver Bush. Just Dog did be coming back later on wid no rat attached, rale meek and chastened-like. Lloyd hasn’t been back since and good riddance. The Shortreeds do be having no sinse av humor.”

“Lloyd’s a very decent fellow,” said Long Alec shortly.

“And that cliver wid his needle,” added Judy slyly. “He did be piecing a whole quilt whin he was but four years ould and he’s niver been able to live it down. His mother brings it out and shows it round whiniver company comes.”

Long Alec got up and went out. He knew he was no match for Judy.