“Oh, oh, Patsy dear, he’ll have the finest farm in South Glen someday and the nice boy he is! It’s the affectionate husband he’d be making ye.”

“‘An affectionate husband,’” giggled Pat. “Oh, Judy, you’re so Victorian. Affectionate husbands are out of date. We like the cave men, don’t we, Cuddles?”

Cuddles and Pat exchanged grins. In spite of the difference in their ages they were great chums and Pat had a dreadful habit of telling Cuddles all about her beaus, what they did and what they said. Pat had a nippy tongue when she chose and the youths in question would not have been exactly delighted if they could have overheard her.

“But don’t you intend to get married sometime, Pat?” Cuddles asked once.

Pat shook her brown head impatiently.

“Oh…sometime perhaps…when I have to…but not for years and years. Why, Silver Bush couldn’t spare me.”

“But if Sid brings a wife in sometime…”

“Sid won’t do that,” cried Pat passionately. “I don’t believe Sid will ever marry. You know he was in love with Bets, Cuddles. I believe he will always be faithful to her memory.”

“Judy says men aren’t like that. And everyone says May Binnie is making a dead set at him.”

“Sid will never marry May Binnie…that’s one thing I’m sure of,” said Pat. The very thought made her feel cold. She and May Binnie had always hated each other.

Tillytuck was almost as much interested in Pat’s affairs as was Judy. Every young man who came to Silver Bush got a severe scrutiny, though he knew it not, from Tillytuck’s little black eyes. It delighted him to listen to Pat’s badinage.

“Gosh, but she knows how to handle the men!” he exclaimed admiringly one night, when the door closed behind Pat and Milton Taylor. “She’ll make a fine wife for someone. I admit that I admire her deportment, Judy.”

“Oh, oh, we all do know how to be handling the men at Silver Bush, Tillytuck,” said Judy loftily.

For it was “Judy” and “Tillytuck” now. Judy would have none of Josiah and “mister” was too formal to keep up for long. They were excellent friends after a fashion. It seemed to Judy, as to everybody, that Tillytuck must have always been at Silver Bush. It was impossible to believe that it was only six weeks since he had dropped in with his owl and his fiddle and Just Dog. The very cats purred louder when he came into the house. To be sure, Gentleman Tom never quite approved of him. But then Gentleman Tom had always been a reserved, taciturn cat who never really took up with anyone but Judy.