-"Sure and it'll rain afore night," said Judy at noon. "Look how clare ye can see yer Hill av the Mist."
Pat hoped it wouldn't rain. She and Jingle had planned a walk to the shore. This was by way of being a treat to Pat for although you could, from Silver Bush, see the great gulf to the north and the shimmering blue curve of the harbour to the east, it was a mile and a half to the shore itself and the Silver Bush children did not often get down. Pat felt that she needed something to cheer her up. Buttons, the dearest kitten that had ever been at Silver Bush . to be sure, every kitten was that. had died that morning without rhyme or reason. All his delights were over. frisking in the "dim". flying up trees. catching small mice in the jungle of the Old Part. basking on the tombstones. Pat had tearfully buried this little dead thing that only yester-night had been so beautiful.
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