Pat was her constant attendant. May would have nothing to do with waiting on her…“I hate sick people,” she announced airily…but nobody wanted her to.

“Oh, oh, it’s rale nice to be looked after,” Judy told Pat with her old smile.

“You’ve looked after us all long enough, Judy. It’s your turn to be waited on now.”

“Patsy darlint, if I cud just be having you and nobody else to do for me!”

“I’m with you to the last, dearest Judy.”

“I’m knowing ye’ll come as far as ye can wid me but ye mustn’t be tiring yersilf out, Patsy.”

“It doesn’t tire me. I’m just going to do nothing for a while but look after you. May is doing the work…to give her her due, Judy, she isn’t lazy.”

“Oh, oh, but she’ll never have the luck wid the young turkeys that I’ve had,” said Judy in a tone of satisfaction.

Bold-and-Bad seldom left Judy. He curled up on the bed beside her where she could stroke him if she wanted to and always purred when she did so. “Looking at me wid his big round eyes, Patsy, as much as to say, ‘I cud spare a life or two, Judy, if ye wanted one.’ Sure and he’s far better company than inny av the Binnies,” she added with a grin. Mrs. Binnie thought it her duty to “sit by” Judy frequently and Judy endured it courteously. She wasn’t going to forget her pretty manners even on her dying bed. But she always sighed with relief when Mrs. Binnie trundled downstairs.

Yes, it was pleasant to lie easily and think over old days and jokes and triumphs…all the tears and joys of forgotten years…all the pain and beauty of life. “Oh, oh, we’ve had our frolics,” she would think with a little chuckle. Nothing worried her any more.

Pat always sat and talked with her in “the dim.” Sometimes Judy seemed so well and natural that wild hopes would spring up in Pat’s heart.