“She cudn’t be hilping it,” said Judy. “Let’s be hoping it will be fine on Saturday. If it rains…”

Judy left it to the imagination what it would be like to entertain a countess in a rainstorm.

“It must be fine,” was Pat’s ultimatum.

“Do you think it wouldn’t be a good thing to…to pray for fine weather?” suggested Cuddles, who felt that no chances should be taken.

Judy shook her head solemnly.

“Girls dear, I wudn’t. Ye can niver be telling what comes av such praying. Well do I rimimber the day in South Glen church whin the minister, ould Mr. McCary, did be praying for rain wid all his might and main. Whin the people were going home from church down comes a thunderstorm and drinches iverybody to the skin. Ould James Martin and ould Thomas Urquhart were together and ‘Thomas sez, sez he, I do be wishing he hadn’t prayed till we got home. Thim McCarys niver cud be moderate,’ sez he. So ye’d better be laving it to nature, girls dear. And thank the Good Man Above there’ll be no Jerusalem cherries around. Whin she comes, Patsy dear, av coorse I’ll kape in the background but don’t ye be thinking I’d better have me dress-up dress on, in case she might catch a glimpse av me coming or going?”

“Of course, Judy. And oh, Judy, do you think you could coax Tillytuck to leave off that terrible old fur cap of his for one day? If she saw him going through the yard!”

“Niver be worrying over Tillytuck. He’ll be away to town that day wid the calves yer dad sold. And none too well plazed about it. Him thinking he wanted a glimpse av a countess! And trying to be sarcastic. He sez to me, sez he, ‘Kape a stiff upper lip, Judy. After all, yer grandmother was a witch and that’s a sort of aristocracy, symbolically spaking.’ ‘I’m not nading to stiffen me upper lip,’ sez I. ‘I do be knowing me place and kaping it, spaking the plain truth and no symbols.’ Tillytuck do be getting a bit out av hand. He was after smoking his pipe in the graveyard today, setting on Waping Willy’s tombstone as bould as brass.”

“Aunt Edith and Aunt Barbara are terribly excited,” said Pat. “I wanted them to come over for dinner but they wouldn’t. Aunt Edith vetoed it. However, she very kindly offered to lend us her silver soup spoons. She said a countess could tell at a glance if the spoons were solid or only plated. I’m so glad our teaspoons are solid…only they’re so old and thin.”