“I’ve been hearing it. Mrs. Brian will be rale aisy in her mind now wid both of her girls well settled. Norma’ll niver have to lift a hand. Not that I do be thinking her beau is inny great shakes av a man wid all his money though he comes of a rale aristocratic family. His mother now…she was av the Summerside MacMillans and niver did she be letting her husband forget it. She kipt up all the MacMillan traditions…niver wore the same pair av silk stockings twice and her maid had to be saying, ‘Dinner is served, madam,’ just like that, afore she cud ate a bite, wid service plates and all the flat silver matching. And in sason and out av sason she did be reminding her husband she was a MacMillan along wid iverybody av inny importance on the Island. It was lucky he had a bit av humor in him or it might have been after being a trifle monotonous. Will I iver be forgetting the story I heard him tell on the madam one cillebration at the Bay Shore? It was whin his b’ys Jim and Davy, were two liddle chaps and Jim did be coming home from church one day rale earnest and sez he to Davy, ‘The minister did be talking av Jesus all the time but he didn’t be saying who Jesus was.’ ‘Why, Jesus MacMillan av coorse,’ sez Norma’s beau, in just the tone av his mother. Mr. MacMillan did be roaring at it, but yer Aunt Honor thought it was tarrible irriverint. Innyway, a Gardiner is as good as a MacMillan inny day. And now I must be making a few cookies. Liddle Mary will be coming over for a wake. She do be so like Patsy whin she was small. Sometimes I’m wondering if the clock has turned back. She do be always saying good-night to the wind like Patsy did…and the quistions av her! ‘Have I got to be good, Judy? Can’t I be a liddle bad sometimes whin I’m alone wid you?’ And, ‘What’s the use av washing me face after dark, Judy?’ Sure and it’s a bit av sunshine whin she comes an I’m thinking the very smallest flower in the garden do be glad, niver to mintion the cats.”

Pat was really far more interested in Rae’s matrimonial prospects than her own. For Rae seemed to be “swithering,” as Judy put it, between two very nice young men. Bruce Madison of South Glen and Peter Alward of Charlottetown were both camping on the doorstep, and were frightfully and romantically jealous of each other, turning, so it was said, quite pale when they met. Life, as Tillytuck said, was dramatic because of it.