Butshe knew that Jingles mother would not stay here
one moment longerthan she had to.
I dont want another dog, saidJingle, his face
flushing a dark red.
Jingle stared at the carpet but Pat, her first
shyness gone, lookedMrs.
No matter what dreadful thingshappened at least
there were still cats in the world.
But Christmas was so terrible, sighed Pat. I got
them out of the box last night and read themover.
The moon was rising and the bats were
out.
The moon was rising and the bats were
out.
Next time she comes it may be very different. He
was that ixcited whinthe election for the Union Government was on
What is the word that makes things happen,
Judy?
Below were houses sleepingin moonlit
gardens.
Jingle built the fire and Pat opened the parceland
fed them to the hungry little flames .
Even if she gets married she willgo on living at
the Long House because she is the only child. That al-GEB-ra now, itsmesilf do be
thinking it isnt fit for girls to be larning. Dont growQUITE so much in the next
twelve years, please, angel.
It couldnt hurtyour eyes for a little
while.
But a mother wouldnt think them funny, would she?
In the moonlight she went along the Whispering Lane and down thefield path and up
the hill.
Therewas too minny jaw-breakers among thim for me.
Pat picked him up andsqueezed some purrs out of him.
She doesnt say anything but that shell be
here.
Wont it be lovely if hemarries Bets some
day?
A mother should have treasuredthem as jewels. Its
the grand marks yellbe making in iverything Im ixpecting.
Jingle, take them off before your mother
comes.
Jinglelingered for a moment behind a screen of
young spruces to watch her. And yet all av us a bit ashamed in our hearts thatwe
didnt have inny maple leaves in the windies. He was not coming homein Pierce Morgans
vessel.
I cant visit your Happiness,Jingle-baby How had
her lovely Jingle-baby ever turned into such a creature? You know so much more about
a mother than I do, Pat.
Pat couldnt endure the desolation in his
tone.
Oh, oh, how cud we be living if we didnt forget, me
jewel?
I like a mother who LOOKS like a mother, was the
thought thatwhisked through Pats head.
I couldnt have believed there was a mother likethat
in the world, Judy. They saw her get out of the car and drift up the stonewalk. It
was the first time he had ever said it.
What difference does itmake whin things happened as
long as they did happen?
Theres something I want you to do for me.