“So it is, Cuddles dear,” agreed Judy. “But I’m too old to be larning new names. I’m guessing ye’ll always be Cuddles to me. And such a tommyshaw as we had finding a name for ye at that! Do ye be minding, Pat? And how upset ye was bekase I wint hunting in the parsley bed for a new baby the night Cuddles was born? Oh, oh, that was the tarrible night at Silver Bush! We niver thought yer mother wud live through it, Patsy dear. To think it do be thirteen years ago!”

“I remember how big and red the moon was that night, rising over the Hill of the Mist,” said Pat dreamily. “Oh, Judy, did you know that the lightning struck the middle Lombardy on the Hill of the Mist last week? It killed it and it has to be cut down. I don’t see how I can stand it. I’ve always loved those three trees so. They’ve been there ever since I can remember. Now, McGinty, don’t do it. I know it’s a temptation when his tail hangs down so…that’s right, Bold-and-Bad, tuck it up. And while I think about it, Bold-and-Bad, you needn’t…you really needn’t…bring any more mice to my bedside in the early morning hours, I’ll take your word for it that you caught them.”

“The yells av him whin he’s carrying one upstairs!” said Judy. “It’d break his heart if he cudn’t be showing it off to somebody.”

“I thought you said a moment ago he hadn’t any feelings,” giggled Cuddles.

Judy ignored her and turned to Pat.

“Will we be having a cherry pudding tomorrow, Patsy?”

“Yes, I think so. Oh, do you remember how Joe loved cherry puddings?”

“Oh, oh, there’s not much I do be forgetting about Joe, Patsy dear. Was it Shanghai his last letter was from? I’m not belaving thim yellow Chinese know innything about making cherry puddings. Or plum puddings ather. We’ll have one av thim for Christmas when Joe will be home.”

“I wonder if he really will,” sighed Pat. “He has never been home for Christmas since he went away. He’s always planned to come but something always prevents.”

“Trix Binnie says Joe has had his nose tattooed and that’s the reason he doesn’t come home,” said Cuddles. “She says Captain Dave Binnie saw him last year in Buenos Aires and didn’t know him, he looked so awful. Do you think there’s any truth in it?”

“Not if a Binnie do be telling it,” said Judy contemptuously. “Don’t be worrying, Cuddles.”

“Oh, I’m not. I rather hoped it was. It would be so interesting. If he is tattooed I’m going to get him to do me when he comes home.”

There was simply nothing to be said to this. Judy turned again to Pat.