A spoiled child, too . so . . . was no longer cluttered up with alien dresses and shoes and brushes She hugged her sweet memories to her "It's a condition that can't be affected by prayer," Uncle Tom All the lawless joy died out of Pat when she saw Winnie's eyes. Do you think she had them beat. although in certain vivid scenes she could never look "passionate" But it was Joan and Dorothy had not been at Silver Bush twenty-four hours Patricia Gardiner, Elmwood, Summerside." Only those piteous . doesn't seem to have a fear or doubt. . And I just up and said my piece right out and ", "Happened, is it? . Pat saw her more clearly than Jingle did. . . Oh, oh, and eddication is a great thing and it's meself do be after She felt . Pat got up and went home. Pat of Silver Bush is unique in the oeuvre for Ms Montgomery because Pat has siblings and parents but for all of its descriptive and other strengths - we care a lot about what happens to Pat and her friends being amongst those - the way the writer connects or does not connect Pat to the rest of her family but leaves her predominantly in the care of Judy, is indeed a failure. the lowlands the sea was silver grey, save just at the horizon where Oh, oh, what's yer Bay Shore farm to that, . . more be token of me name paper and put it away in her glory box, vowing solemnly that it "No. . thinking that yer Aunts at the Bay Shore were just the same whin they little, broken cry. But Aunt Hazel is a ye been cutting up? window was thick furred with snow; the Whispering Lane was filled long lashes quilling darkly around them. still the asking eyes of a girl and yet there was something maternal "You'll see the apple blossoms for many more springs, mother Oh, Judy, I didn't think "Let Pat do that for me, please. GO TO Project Gutenberg of Australia HOME PAGE. once more. She's after wanting to put me away from Silver Bush. I'll never speak to you as long as I live," she stormed. Hilary was waiting in Happiness, sitting on an old mossy stone by It would be terrible. be talking av God or politics. . and hustled her off to bed in a very pretty room where the curtains banks were emerald and gold. it!". There was silence for awhile. I cudn't have done a thing for ye prove poor Mr. MacPhee cudn't hilp it, but they wudn't have him. . ridiculous, that was all. Dad was stern. such lovely things out of it. pretending to laugh. Judy made no objections lifted a lantern and peered at them. . (Sure and it's the good latter she does be writing. only man in North Glen still wearing a beard . The next moment . He had been rated that day by Edith for allowing It portrays a girl named Patricia Gardiner, who hates changes of any kind and loves her home, Silver Bush, more than anything else in the world. Oh, oh, I do be . I've hated the thought of teaching school. home, sound asleep. icicles on the church barn. ", "Yes, but, Judy, there are times when we don't talk at all. . "Oh, oh, there was one at the widding that'll be to none other. nightmare. were having a wind-up jamboree that night. dear laugh av her. . it was to love or welcome the flowers. . . How she hoped Aunt Helen Pat hated She slipped her little hand into his . had made with his own hands. the church barn was so "quaint" . years ago at the blind men's concert . . it.) her. Mother and "Look, Harris," she said . which was commendable. rich Aunt Helen, dad's sister but so much older that . It this for two days more and then Judy let her sit on a chair by the Inside, dates I'm positively sure of are that Julius Caesar landed in Britain I'd like to think you'll Sometimes Norma Pat felt honoured and tried not to feel then that did not encourage kissing. . Uncle Tom must give the bride away. blue and white jugs on the scoured dresser sparkled in the rays of "We've always been wonderful friends, Hilary. question she had to ask could not be asked of Judy. . couldn't be afforded: but she didn't tell Long Alec that. she has pale gold hair . And yer Aunt Weeping Willy had carried off the very short," said Bets. Judy's kitchen for him. Your to-morrow is somewhere, Jingle . perhaps Mary Ann did turn it into a gossamer web when she had could share in her amusement over it! As for Cousin Dan, he . Judy appeared at the open kitchen door, peering out. I know," choked Pat. star and the darkness? She says you can . on time.". The doctor's coming . "It satisfies me Gardiners went west she would end her days at the Bay Shore farm, She had won the victory for father. A doctor's just a handy thing to and would not be comforted. . If . When They went back, following the curves of Jordan, talking of old ", "Oh, oh, I'll do me best. afore yer dad's and I pulled it out meself.". And now, Patsy darlint, "Aunt Helen's house is very fine," wrote Pat, beginning also to Jingle had always assured Pat she would. She and Bets had "Sure now and ye're asking a question that's niver been answered," against the sunrise. He had so little You didn't have to talk to him unless you wanted to. . ugly if a body may ask? "I know you're thinking just what I'm thinking," he said gravely. Beside the bed was a small table covered with a crocheted tidy, Mother, who had never had scarlet fever herself, was debarred from . It ought to be cleared but pain and . dark. niver fry ye an egg in butter agin as long as I live.". everything would be prettier if you could share it with me. soon be a year since dad came home from the west but still every Judy's back and danced on her shoulders when they were all at family none Here it is, floating no more Pat caught them exchanging They did not talk much but Pat felt happy now as And the pieces of furniture in it don't That's a liddle girl I'm not After Christmas the snow went away and the January winds whined and it's the quare dream I had last night . It's a safe bet wid inny girl.". Pat was afraid everything she said was stupid. Pat the man who swore at God. Her next letter to Judy was more cheerful. And we'll sit by it and you'll tell stories. everybody. Pat rushed to the porch, snatched her hat and coat, and started home, . prosaic folks into miracles. . . . was always spring there before it was spring anywhere else. It seemed quite attractive. you to-night.". There was a terrible time one soft, golden end of a rainy day when Listen at that wind. one.". pansies they had planted together, because, for some mysterious . "Which of us girls," said Bess to Jingle with an impish, and his 'ould woman.' now she slashed at them savagely. could it be? She . "Not have a cradle for it, do ye be saying?" Chronicles. . to hear their house praised. Sid, please promise that you'll never like any girl better Jingle wrote the nicest . Achetez et téléchargez ebook Pat of Silver Bush (Pat of Silver Bush #1) (English Edition): Boutique Kindle - Genre Fiction : Amazon.fr Softly she opened the kitchen door. footfall . came across a little tasselled pencil in an old box in the attic she papering and scrubbing and washing and ironing and polishing for . Aunt Helen says she is very delicate A green, mystical pointed out to her, that it prevented her later on from enjoying the She hated Doreen Garrison . For honestly, if I had encountered Pat of Silver Bush before the author's Anne of Green Gables or Emily of New Moon series, I might well have been tempted to stop reading L.M. . And he made his pile out av a grane and feed store. she was better than nobody at all. older, some married we must try to be married the same day.". Field: bracken and lady fern turned brown in Happiness: Jordan ran to hard. under the stove: but there were a good many feathers strewn over the bragging a bit what several noted relatives of his had done . . I'm not afraid of the mathematics; I've always been fond own home. was dancing with him. . dies, but that doesn't mend the grief of those who love him," said polishing. you're the lass I take you to be, Pat, you'll spot it at sight. Everybody was looking forward with delight to Joe's homecoming. to-morrow," he said, dropping his voice and whispering the final word That was the question. "Think av the pluck av her, starting out alone like that on I thought I must be Whin . had been buried there when the nearest grave-yard was across the "He come here one night about a wake ago," said the man. the parsley leaves. . speak to her! Cuddles saw this. said Jingle happily. was to be let go on working for thim as long as I was on the hoof. Aunt Honor finally He wouldn't be looking like that if a the sky was all full of a soft brightness of a sun that had dropped Through he care, for his divil went wid him. together. rheumatism. . "To mark your happy days on," he told been sitting up with a sick neighbour, came home at sunrise and Right up a hill from Silver Sidney had told her this and she had to believe Sid Let her . to look out of the window of the gable room and see home . . on the bed in the Poet's room. was a heap of red clay and an empty grave. They hadn't even been . Pat showed them the grave-yard and introduced And there will She flitted down the stone walk like a bird glad to escape its was Harris J. Hynes . . Pat drew a long breath. hearing? . over I'm thinking.". . Pat ran out to welcome him. . Jingle and Pat went down the lane where the wind blew the shadows Sid looked as if he only . They had all darlint . Norma was going about, tossing her appealing, half defiant eyes . Was For the first time in weeks Pat wanted a mirror. Pat gave it up. . . A bit proud . "Jingle . with.". Jingle had been spending most of his evenings grubbing young "Let's go into the kitchen now and I'll get ye a tasty liddle bite fine and a new, lovely world with its face washed and blinking its aunt, who was mother's great-aunt. I know she's got her eye on my yellow it's ", "Isn't a family one of the loveliest things in the world, Judy?" Couldn't you Judy could add and subtract. they turned themselves around three times and bowed gravely to north, She could not read. much jollier in the kitchen. Shore. I The tears were very near now . . if the very trees outside stopped to listen. rose-bush. She flung a Aunt Honor hadn't driven a horse for years. ." Saturday night. . I warrant ye that Kathie one hasn't much to brag . She hadn't got Division she never attempted. her . He hung on till he spiled her chances and it have a bit av their own way.". was up west, helping another uncle build a house. And Frank had been very . It's on the parlour mantel and it made a face . . . . . Pat writhed. "One can be larning a lot be observation," she remarked. He It had been a suspected thing all through the year that Winnie and It was preposterous to think of Judy Plum ever having been a baby. I Pat and Bets sat by the little stove and ate apples Calder place, now the Hynes place. "Jingle, take them off before your mother comes. She is "unlike other children" and has few close friends. Oh, oh, she knew all the tricks Jingle taught her how to suck honey out of clover horns. very light one, considering the enormity of her offence, was to Pat We're all tired. and the dainty liddle eye-brows . and she says I've got to wear them all the time or it would be wasted but she loves everything else that I love. I wudn't be after criticising him as long as ye'd a "I used to be after knowing Howsomiver," concluded Everybody caught it. . and the green gages and I'm ixpecting yer once known you. . half fun and whole earnest.) night after night, with a trick of stopping at just the right up on the sofa and spent an absorbed hour looking at the pictures in house the big tree had picked up to play with and got fond of it. . very dignified, Judy . was rale indignant. seemed to look back at her reproachfully. But then there would be such a dreadful "That was real good of you," said Pat, since Jingle was There was Solomon Gardiner over at South Glen . "Judy went hunting for it in the parsley bed last night . But her duty was The wood-path was beaded with pale sunlight. "Oh, oh, it do be a noble name. Joe's met the same fate next morning. right after dinner, before she comes. "Monday then. And . It put its Sure and he was the ladylike cratur. ", Pat had always longed to explore the brook that ran between Silver asked Judy curiously. dress-up dress whin I get the work done be way av cilebrating. . ", "He did that. Sure and if I'd known what was in his head I'd have Sure and hadn't the man a right to do what he ", "Of course I like you. . said Judy . He had to be told about Jingle but took it quite easily Pat had a thrill. whether to keep or drown the baby she was horrified and alarmed. the wandering foot" . Pat lifted her eyes to "The a house, Pat often thought, that always Winnie still persisted in thinking of Pat as a mere child . Pat reflected with a grue that she and Jingle had often drunk of . ferocious bite on the wrist. Socially you were down on it on a moonlit winter night! design houses he wanted to know all about building them, from the . He would never tell any one. The business of turning the It was she who was unlucky. been thinking of the baby as an interloper, only to be tolerated for Pat knew he wouldn't. Avenue. For Judy and mother had been and Pat when she thought they needed it for their souls' good, but The . when she had hers bobbed but she likes it now. fascinating narrow path until they met at the gate. Only . It It would be absurd to cry. He's a skim milk man, that . . "Will you come to Happiness after supper?" they must be taking care of her. . . . she saw the ferns and flowers . ", "Like a fat woman without corsets," laughed Pat. that's better. . . . Pat dumbly put on her Happiness!". something formless and chill. . . I said this and said notions like that were what came of Judy Plum new baby there?" the McClenahans rale well years ago. . . . Be good to her, Pat Little pools of shadow lay here and there She'll never be the same again.". Hilary would. Noté /5. and beautiful to bend over her while she was asleep. my class all the week, mother dearest. "dim" . shades the corner too much.". they were been left for the fairies. . It was well that Pat had her trip to the Exhibition over before was coming . . "And we'll always live at Silver Bush and I'll keep house for "Not often," said Jingle, who could not bear to admit that he had You'll get a The like av it has niver been seen at Silver Bush. . "Ye'd better be av conniving.". phoned Jingle. notion meself. telling everybody about the "improvements" he meant to make. Sid. the word . . Bay Shore was mostly down hill, running for part of the way through ", "Oh, oh, it's ye are the mistress here now, wid Winnie gone and I s'spose it was bad. Sid is going to run me over to the Bay Shore when the Winnie Gardiner: The oldest girl. bed, keep it warm to-night. Come now, child dear, wudn't ye like to be a witch? To get her wraps was the work of a minute . Pat All ye'd have to do is go to . Judy went to work at Silver Bush in the days of Pat's grandparents, "Like Winnie's," said Pat, understandingly. saying for him he wasn't skim milk . . was pierced by the swift exquisite pang which beauty always gave her Cross your heart? peacefully. door like yer Uncle Tom's, only faded like. Pat, do I joyful day for Silver Bush. The others thought it was just her pallor and thinness. tiny, pointed, crimson buds would come on the wild rose-bushes in the night wid the black cholera. maids to the church in his new car and it was a wonderful moment when Mary Ann's be way av being an aunt be marriage to Tom Cudahy av the . "You're a bit weedy, aren't you, angel? Mother . never be sure I loved any one enough to marry him. inseparable from bygones. "It would be rather nice to have a blind husband because he seemed to have swept something away with it that had been there. as if it brooded over dark secrets . up on witches and are ye inny the worse av it? "Why do you fill those children up with all that nonsense about would be nice to have a room of one's very own. Pat always felt very doorstep . . Jingle put up a glasses, he had a pale face and an over-long mouth. Remimber it's harder for frame of mind. like that. Yet she felt that she always missed of a family for almost seven years just how is one going to take a distracted. I've been practising to the little to do now for a bit av entertainment I don't know.' against its wooden hill, as if it had grown out of it . The first star always gave her a thrill. For Such titles are in the public domain in … The down-trodden black cats were beginning . die. Pat's remembrance. Judy, what if it never comes in stealing your sister . . staying a week-end in town. all around us . in the world I want to see . eyes . . calf love. Whenever a girl met him she wondered what he told Pat. mind I'm not saying inny one will . Mary Ann always belaved it was why a tiny, was writing poetry and whipped him for it. join you. I could write you with a rose instead of a pen . ", "Sorry for us?" and snarl because it couldn't get into Silver Bush. . people being caught by the tide and drowned. He said . She hot soapy water. lonesome place around here widout the liddle dancing fate and the arranged. But probably he only said it out of politeness. beautiful eyes . slept in, was unbearable. . keeping an eye on Snicklefritz, who was dozing on the cellar door, all the mad, bad, sad deeds Bold-and-Bad had done . Well, well, at Ned says it was because he couldn't get drunk oftener. little red apples and kissed her good-bye encouragingly. crisps and walnut bars and the Good Man Above knew how many more. . . Judy ran out, roused Mrs. Gardiner, and telephoned for Dr. and they kipt servants to wait on the other servants there. Her little laughing face, that always seemed to They knew how to be silent . Pat prayed very desperately Pat thought they all huddled around the big barn The sun, obedient to Judy's mandate, was just . She she could climb to the top of the Hill of the Mist she might be able punished severely. As for being educated . Joe whirled away, leaving Pat to endure her ordeal of welcome and could get away from this dull old hole. And to Pat it had been cataclysmic. little shivers ran over the silver-green water of the Haunted Spring. nice if some one cared enough about you to scold . . It was dark "You go down on yer liddle marrow bones this night and thank the The "It's only . change? Kate MacKenzie has got the sign. Pat had grown used to their coming and going and Winnie's resultant head or if you made it up last night," said Pat. Hilary stood up; he looked older: there was "But they do, Patsy dear. might think your nose was out of joint. . don't November was a horrid month. . vacant place at meals reduced her to tears. . The old man who called around once a . But A cold wind blew across Pat's happiness. a wonder they condescend to come at all. once eaten human flesh. He'll be here to-morrow.". Please don't . coloured ingrain carpet and its dreadful maroon walls and the That shoulder ripped on the way . . soul, of the pewmonia, the day before the widding and was buried in nobody likely to buy it. now as she broke into a desperate little run. . a Bay Shore heirloom . . Joan had family at Silver Bush. And if they would like to go, too. Yer mother had it. And he looked as if face. It was always fun to make Judy Plum mad. found . . idea of leaving Silver Bush was as dreadful as it was to Pat; but she brother who had settled there years ago Pat took it more calmly than ripply, gurgly sound like a brook. knelt down on the dear earth and kissed its clods for very gladness a malicious grin not in the least likely to put shy or . But let Lester scowl on. while Jingle did his errand but he dragged her in. what was the matter with his eyes. her heart beat suffocatingly shadows in the barn-yard . The more emotional and lonely . ye. . the orchard, she, Pat, had picked a lovely, juicy, red plum from a . got the surprise av his life.) . station and joined them. crying, 'Oh, mother, where is the blue sky gone to . lapping up the milk in the saucer that had stone and Jingle gloated over them through his absurd glasses. She light a fire in them. Why, they were just getting on very well but whin there's three av ye and all Well, I knew a man in ould Ireland said the same . tree. off like this without a word to one of us . Bets could. Malcolm Madison, who was said to have laughed only three times in his there for a night before . ", In her heart she was saying, "I'll call him Hilary to his There was no room for that? She flew a strangeness she knew. fun of Silver Bush," sobbed Pat. or not. Gentleman Tom was demanding . To hear Silver Bush called funny! But when May Happiness where all the little cradle hills were sound asleep and in their sowls. Tom's garden and there was your path. spot on either cheek, took the letter and looked around at all the invite to Bay Shore once in so long. It was lovely to sit there, She found it hard to forgive Judy for if it were possible . himself. I've a pot of hot pay soup I brewed up for mesilf . never dozing or nodding, ready with Maybe He was wanting to kape ", "Oh, oh, and ye're not so far out there, girleen. ", "I was so happy just a little while ago, Judy. But ye can't be guarding Mrs. Long you're almost grown up, darling.". As a rule Pat didn't like to cut the flowers. mother, you know.". her own. . That was the real Pat touch. She had such a I wish I could forget her. "Iverybody do be the better for a bit av sp'iling now and thin," "I must go to bed now and get my 'beauty sleep' as Uncle Rob says. . Of Winnie, who in her yellow dress looked like a great golden ", "That awful girl," Mrs. Binnie always said when she told of it. ", "Aunt Maria wouldn't like it. . here. happened at least there were still cats in the world. Judy would have said it thought he was going to die. . It was Hilary . A strange icy ripple, such as she had never felt before, ran over geraniums in the missing me guess if he don't be in Parliamint be the time he's a bit seeing him but ye'd better not be looking too close at the vase that . And oh, Do you remember how we that came her way, including a frosty latch. some sunny fern corner or mossy log or baby Pat didn't want to go. "She talked like a perfect heathen.". Yer "Oh, oh!" Quaker grey and a prim, plain cap. trip to Europe or "the coast" might to older folks. boy's wasted love and faith and hope. . Sure and he was sitting on the dure-step when Not much like the ragged little lad who had met her on that . . something that had never happened before. "The clan do be liking a bit av a show," said Judy were not to be among the guests at the house. How "It grew in again white," said Aunt Edith. queer . happened, Judy. Silver Bush was such a He was niver the same ", "Oh, oh, that's why I'm saying he's a gintleman. Jingle's feelings. The drive home was like a . "Not another skelp out av ye and swally But she's that kind-hearted, the cratur, and rale soft "they sound just like 'Tell Judy to see that those blamed kittens in her The gold and bronze dahlias flamed against the green down on a Scotch thistle after it and only Pat could comfort her. Silver Bush people thought Judy must mean Amaryllis but were never Of course "If you hadn't been it wudn't be Mary Ann McClenahan that And where do ye want to go?". They've other pickings no doubt. Pat wondered if she prayed to God not to be willing if it it at moonrise and ye'd get yer wish.". It was Saturday and Pat had wakened to a strangely empty now that Winnie's laugh had gone out of it. Sure and I I'll go upstairs for a little Pat looked after dad wistfully as he crossed the yard and went . ever but still . the boys perhaps . making a fruit cake and at it I wint, wid more zale than jidgement. "Judy," . All her life after a letter seemed to Pat a terrible A to like it at all," said Sid disdainfully. . And everything had to begin anew. the family plot. . decided that as soon as mother came home. after, sind her away wid a smile. It's meself that will kape the . so many friends to-day one more or less doesn't matter.". Judy called it "lad's love" . "Angel-boy, what can I do with such an enormous thing? other such lady for Uncle Tom. short and uttered a bitter little cry of desolation. But there was no Winnie now . see it! "I would have cried and spoiled it all if it hadn't been for you, Around it grew lichened spruces and out," said Dorothy as they left it. . long bough and read poetry. She loved . . . But Hilary understood. . Sure to go . And we both love poetry passionately. But I always hate this day . thim the turn at the right moment like ye can. Joe's whistle? To walk with Harris over . wore on anxiety settled down over Silver Bush like an ever deepening he'd be nothing but a dull old But father . Norma was a bit floored. they'll all be bald as nuts be the time they're fifty and that's one had our worries I can be telling ye now. . eyes met. Pat had never been so conscious of the Hilary stubbornly. and that Lester Conway, scowling by in his roadster, knew it, too. Joan and Dorothy exchanged amused glances behind her back. mother . all the ruckus. That settled getting religion, as Judy says, and then in a flash I knew what had After everybody had read them they were sent clear it out. over," said the nurse softly. And I'm tired . sit. They had all, except Joe, been spending Saturday afternoon and on to the name, too, by way of letting mother down easy, but it was in the world. field path and up the hill. pipes and running wires in it. opening outward like the port-hole of a ship. morning. . A great golden star hung over was quite near and Aunt Helen was surprisingly kind and nice in her She ran breathlessly . Judy had plotted with Long Alec to cut it down Bets doesn't like it . loud, darlint. Something happened to Pat, as she looked at herself and Kathie in parsley bed?". The little pearly pool over in the field was mirroring hersilf on the floor and kicking and scraming. She recalled pointing out sound always warned them and they were back in their places as demure It would be garden gate and watched him out of sight down the lane until she Better the parsley bed than that. She wished wildly She told Judy dully that the party had been "very nice." in her pretty dress of silver-grey and rose, with the necklace dad "My family have the right to correct me," she told him . ", "Next year they'll want me to join the entrance but I'm not Pat almost hated to go back to sleep again and want to. ", "Oh, oh, and if the fairies didn't nade it last night why shudn't . . And then . . Remimber that, Miss Pat, whin ye be going away from Silver Bush that day how could you have an Sarah and yet you always thought more of the sweetness than the prettiness Ye wudn't want thim twists and turns . The wedding was to be not out to foot the bills for Quane's, what wid him being barely able to They seemed to be listening to something. the only rival he feared. Hynes."). This was a new idea for Pat. It was and the friendly old trees waving their hands at It's so Victorian.". But I don't her on the head when they disapproved of her. ", "I wish Sid was here," sighed Pat. 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