“Silvery, is it? If ye cud see it as I see it! That was a dress yer Aunt Lorraine had for her first liddle party the summer I come here. Ye niver cud imagine innything bluer than her eyes. I can see her dancing in the orchard be moonlight yet to show it off to us afore she wint. She’s been churchyard dust for forty years. Her first liddle party was her last. Ye’ll rimimber her tombstone av white marble wid a baby’s head and wings sticking out behint its ears. Sure I niver thought it suitable for a girl’s tombstone but I’ve been tould it wasn’t a baby but a cherub, whativer that may be. I’m not forgetting the day I took Siddy through the South Glin churchyard whin he was six. He did be looking at the cherub and thin at me. ‘Where is the rist av it, Judy?’ he sez, solemn like.”

“Are these her letters?” asked Cuddles, holding up a yellowed packet.

“I’m thinking those are yer Great-aunt Martha’s. She did be dying young, too, but she had a beau as was a great letter-writer. Her father didn’t hould wid him and some say Martha died av a broken heart and some from wearing too thin stockings in the winter time. Ye can be taking the romantic or the sinsible explanation, whichiver’s suiting ye bist.”

“Why didn’t her father approve of her beau?”

“I’m not thinking he had much agin the young man himself but he was after having an uncle who was hanged for taking part in some rebellion and cut down and recovered. He niver talked agin. Some said his throat had been injured…but there was some as thought he’d seen something as scared him out av talking foriver. Anyhow, her father wasn’t wanting inny half-hanged person in his fam’ly.”

“Now, here’s something!” exclaimed Pat, fishing up a silver ‘chain’ bracelet. “It’s a bit black but it could be cleaned.”

“The padlock and kay’s missing, Patsy dear, so it wudn’t be much use. That was yer Aunt Hazel’s, too. They did be all the rage thin. I had a hankering after one mesilf but whin I heard the story av Sissy Morgan’s chain bracelet up at the Bay Shore it tuk the fascination out av thim for me.”

“What was that?”