If it had not been for mother's headache and the doctor coming and Judy Plum's parsley bed Pat would have thought it romantic and delightful to have spent a night at Swallowfield. She had never been there for a night before. it was too near home. But that was part of its charm. to be so near home and yet not quite home. to look out of the window of the gable room and SEE home . see its roof over the trees and all its windows lighted up. Pat was a bit lonely. Sid was far away at the other end of the house. Uncle Tom had made speeches about doctors and black bags until Aunt Edith had shut him up. or Pat. Perhaps it was Pat.
-"If you mean, Uncle Tom," Pat had said proudly, "that Dr. Bentley is bringing us a baby in a black bag you're very much mistaken. WE GROW OUR OWN BABIES. Judy Plum is looking for OURS in the parsley bed at this very minute."
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