“Oh, oh, whose? That did be the question, Patsy dear. No good Christian, I’m telling ye. The poor bride fainted and the widding had to be put off and the groom was killed on the way home, being thrown from his horse. Minny’s the time I did be seeing the wardrobe whin I was working there but niver wud the McDermotts allow that door to be opened agin. The story wint that the widding dress was still hanging there. Oh, oh!” Judy sighed. “I belave I’ll have to be paying a visit to ould Ireland this fall. I do be having a hankering for it I haven’t had for years.”

Cuddles came running up the stairs, preceded by Bold-and-Bad who covered three steps at a leap.

“Oh, I hope I’m in time. I’ve finished that Latin. No wonder Latin died. Did people ever really talk that stuff? Talk it just as you and I do? I can’t believe it. Joe made me promise I’d lead my class in it and if I did he’d tattoo my arm next time he came no matter what fuss you made. So I’m going to do it or bust.”

“The young ladies av Castle McDermott niver did be talking av busting,” said Judy reproachfully.

“Oh, I suppose they talked a brogue you could cut with a knife,” retorted Cuddles. “Well, let’s get at the old chest. It’s such fun to rummage through old boxes. You never know what you may come across. It’s like living for a while in yesterday.”

CHAPTER 10

They dragged the old black chest out of its corner to the window. Bold-and-Bad, deciding that it was not a thing likely to do a cat any good, crept off into the darkness under the eaves and imagined himself a Bengal tiger. The black chest was full of the usual miscellany of old garret chests. Ancient lace and velvet and flower-trimmed hats, bundles of banished Christmas cards, limp ostrich feathers, faded family photographs, strings of birds’ eggs, discarded dresses with the pointed basques and polonaises and puffed sleeves of other vintages, old school-books, maps the Silver Bush children had drawn, packets of yellow letters, a “rat” worn in the days of pompadours, old faded things once beautiful. They had oceans of fun over them.

“What on earth is this?” demanded Cuddles, holding up an indescribable mass of crushed wire. Judy gave a snort of laughter.