The dishes disposed of, Pat and Judy began to think of the supper. Judy determinedly set the Jerusalem cherry on the side-board and hid the slim chair in the hall closet. A fresh cloth…the one with daisies woven in it…was brought out and Pat began to feel cheered up. After all, the guests were enjoying themselves and that was the main thing. Even Aunt Edith had come down, pale and heroic and forgiving. Just Dog crawled out of the cellar and coiled himself up in his own corner. Silver Bush rang with gay voices, firelight shimmered over pretty dishes, delicious things were brought from pantry and cellar: and Pat thought proudly that the supper table, with its lighted candles, looked even prettier than the dinner table. And its circle of faces was happy and wise and kind.

“What’s the matter with Win?” asked Cuddles, who had decided to help wait with Judy and Pat and have her supper with them in the kitchen later on. “She’s yellow and pea-green…is she sick?”

On the very heels of her question Frank came out hurriedly and whispered something to Pat who gave an ejaculation of dismay.

“I didn’t think it wise for her to come,” said Frank. “But she was so anxious to…and you know…we didn’t expect…this…for two weeks.”

Pat pushed him aside and ran to the telephone. Confusion reigned again at Silver Bush. Winnie was being taken upstairs to the Poet’s room. Pat and Judy were dashing madly from place to place. Mother couldn’t stay at the table. Cuddles was left to wait on it alone and did it well. As Tillytuck was wont to aver, she had her head screwed on right. But it was a rather flat meal. No laughter. And nobody had much appetite now, except Cousin Nicholas. A doctor and a nurse arrived in the pouring rain and as soon as possible the guests departed…except Cousin Nicholas, who hadn’t caught on to the situation at all and announced his intention of staying a few days at Silver Bush.

As soon as they had gone, Judy, with a set face, marched into the dining room and carried the Jerusalem cherry out to Tillytuck, uncorking the vials of her wrath.

“Take this thing out av the house immajetly if not sooner, Josiah Tillytuck. It’s done enough harm already and now, wid what’s ixpicted upstairs, I’m not having it here one minute longer.”

Tillytuck obeyed humbly. What was the use of being peevish with the women?

A strange quiet fell over Silver Bush…an expectant quiet. The supper dishes were washed and put away and Judy and Pat and Cuddles sat down before the kitchen fire to wait…and eat russet apples in place of their forgotten supper. Their irrepressible gaiety was beginning to bubble up in spite of everything. After all, it was something to get a good laugh.