Tillytuck was smoking in his corner with Just Dog at his feet. McGinty was as near Pat as he could get and Bold-and-Bad and Squedunk ventured downstairs. Dad and Cousin Nicholas were raking over clan history in the Little Parlor. Sid was reading a murder mystery in the dining-room. Things seemed quite normal again…were it not for muted sounds overhead and the occasional visits of the white-capped nurse to the kitchen.

“Oh, oh, what a day!” sighed Judy.

“It’s been dreadful,” assented Pat, “but it will be a story to laugh at someday. That is why things don’t always go smoothly I suppose. There’d be no interesting history. I only wish Hilary had been here today. I must write him a full account of it. What a sight I must have been, drowned in soup and dogs! Well, eight of our good soup plates go to the dump and the slim chair is done for…and we’ll have no damson preserves till next fall…but after all, that’s all the real damage.”

“I’m hoping it may be,” said Judy, with an ear cocked ceilingward. “What did ye do wid yer cherry, Tillytuck? If ye put it in the granary the place’ll burn down tonight.”

“I hove it into the pig-pen,” said Tillytuck sourly.

“Oh, oh, God hilp the poor pigs thin,” retorted Judy.

“I’ll never forget Aunt Frances’ face,” giggled Cuddles.

“Oh, oh, Aunt Frances, is it? Niver be minding her, Cuddles dear. Things have happened at the Bay Shore, too. Don’t I be minding one time I was over there hilping them out at a big time and whin yer Aunt Frances was jist in the act av setting a big bowl of red currant preserves on the table she did be giving the awfullest yell ye iver heard and falling over backward wid the bowl. Talk av soup! She did be looking as if she was lying murdered in her blood. At first ivery one thought she’d had a fit. But thin they come to find out a wee divil av a b’y had slipped down under the table and grabbed holt av her leg. Oh, oh, minny’s the time I’ve laughed over it. Her dress was clane ruint, and her timper…Patsy darlint!”

“Judy…what is it?”

“Oh, oh, nothing much,” said Judy in a despairing tone. “Only I niver rimimbered to put me dress-up dress on after all! It wint clare out av me head after the dog-fight…and me puddling round afore all the company in me old drugget.”

“Never mind, Judy,” comforted Pat, seeing Judy was really upset. “Nobody would notice it. And you might have got spots on it and then what about Castle McDermott?”