She was restless. She would have liked to go up to the Long House but the Kirks were away. She wished Rae would come home…Rae must have called somewhere after school. Though Rae hadn’t been exactly the same for the past two months. Pat couldn’t lay her finger just on the point of difference but she felt it in her sensitive soul. Rae sometimes snapped now…she who had always been so sunshiny. And sometimes Pat thought that when she looked meaningly at Rae in the presence of others, to share the savor of some subtle joke, Rae averted her eyes without any answering twinkle. And at times it almost seemed as if she had taken up a pose of being misunderstood. What was wrong? Weren’t things going well in school? From all Pat could find out they were but she couldn’t rid herself of the feeling that Rae had some secret trouble…for the first time an unshared trouble. Nothing was really changed…and yet Pat had moments of feeling that everything was changed. Once she asked Rae if anything was worrying her and Rae snapped out so savage a “Nonsense!” that Pat held her peace. Surely it couldn’t be the fact that Mr. Wheeler had suddenly stopped coming to Silver Bush and was reputed to have a wild case on a visiting girl from New Brunswick that accounted for the mournful mauve smudges under Rae’s blue eyes some mornings.

Pat reassured herself by reflecting that this would pass. And meanwhile Silver Bush made everything bearable. Pat loved it more with every passing year and all the little household rites that meant so much to her. Always when she came home to Silver Bush its peace and dignity and beauty seemed to envelop her like a charm. Nothing very terrible could happen there.

Judy’s cheery philosophy never failed, but Pat could not mention even to Judy the vague chill of change between herself and Rae. In the evenings when they foregathered in the kitchen and Tillytuck played on his fiddle she sometimes felt that she must only have imagined it. Rae was the gayest of them all then…“a bit too gay,” Judy thought, though she never said so. Things did be often arranging themselves if you just let them alone. Judy was more worried over a reckless look she sometimes caught in Sid’s brown eyes and over certain bits of gossip that came her way occasionally.

Pat lighted the lamp as Sid and Rae came in. Rae flung her school-books on a chair and said nothing. But Sid had a chuckle and a bit of news.

“Your go-preacher has gone, Pat. The Holy C’s are blaming you for it. They say you flirted with him and made a fool of him and he can’t stand the place now. Aunt Polly is especially down on you. She adores that shepherd.”