“I believe you love them too much, Pat. I love them, too, but you seem to worship them.”

“I can’t help it. Silver Bush means everything to me and it seems to mean more every year of my life. I do want this Christmas to go off well…everything just right…all the folks enjoying themselves. Judy, do you think six mince pies will be enough? It would be disgraceful if we didn’t have enough of everything.”

“Loads and lashings,” assured Judy. “Mrs. Tom Robinson do be thinking we’re tarrible extravagant. ‘A fat kitchen makes a lean will,’ she did be sighing to me the other day whin she was in, borrying the quilt clamps off av me. ‘Oh, oh,’ sez I, ‘we’re not like the Birtwhistles at the bridge,’ sez I. ‘After they do be having a bit av company,’ sez I, ‘not a dab av butter will be et in that house till all the extry bills are made up,’ sez I. She tuk it wid her chin up but she was faling it all right. Ould Mrs. Birtwhistle was her mother’s cousin. Oh, oh, I’m knowing too much about all the folks in these parts for inny av thim to be giving me digs in me own kitchen. A lean will indade! Plaze the Good Man Above it’ll be a long time afore there’s inny nade to talk av wills at Silver Bush.”

“But Aunt Edith says we do live too high at Silver Bush,” said Cuddles. “She says we really ought to be more frugal.”

“Frugal! I hate that word,” said Pat. “It sounds so…so porridgy. I do hope Joe will get home in time. We must give a party for him if he does, some night between Christmas and New Year’s. I love to give parties. It’s so nice to see people coming to Silver Bush in pretty dresses, all smiling and happy. I hope everybody will have a good appetite Christmas Day. I love to feed hungry people.”

“Oh, oh, and what are women for if it’s not to fade the world?” said Judy complacently. “Sure and it do be giving me pleasure just to see a cat lapping his milk. It’s glad I am you girls do be having the rale Silver Bush notions av hospitality. I’m minding the fuss yer Aunt Jessie did be making once bekase company came unixpicted like and she had nothing to give thim to ate. Niver was Silver Bush in inny such predicament I’m telling ye.”

“There ain’t so much fun here as the Jebbs’ though,” said Tillytuck, who was sandpapering an axe-handle in his corner and thought Judy needed taking down a bit. “They were always quarreling there. Two would start and then all the rest would join in. It was interesting. You folks here never quarrel. I never saw such a harmonious family.”