Mistress Pat (12 page)

And there was Tillytuck sitting in his shirt sleeves! Was there really anything to do but die? What was one to say? Pat wildly thought of an article in a recent magazine on “How to Start a Conversation With People You Have Just Met,” but none of the gambits seemed to fit in here exactly. However, they were not necessary. The countess kept on talking in a frank, friendly, charming way that somehow included everybody, even Tillytuck. Pat, with a reckless feeling that nothing mattered now anyhow, flung conventionality to the winds. Cuddles was never long rattled by anything and in a surprisingly short time they were all chatting gaily and merrily. The countess insisted on their having some tea and Bishop’s Bread with her … she was on her third cup herself, she said. Judy trotted to the pantry and brought back some forgotten orange biscuits. Lady Medchester wanted to hear all about mother and was only sorry she couldn’t see her way clear to taking a Silver Bush kitten back with her to England.

“You see one of your cats has already quite made up his mind to like me,” she laughed, looking down at the placidly heaving, furry flanks of Bold-and-Bad.

“And that cat don’t condescend to every one, speaking symbolically, ma’am,” said Tillytuck.

Pat had a confused impression that it was quite proper to say “ma’am” to a queen but hardly the way to address a countess. A countess! WAS this stout, comfortable lady, in the plain, rather sloppy tweed suit, really a countess? Why … why … she seemed just like anybody else. She had the oddest resemblance to Mrs. Snuffy Madison of South Glen! Only Mrs. Snuffy was the better looking!

And there was no mistaking it … she was enjoying the bread and biscuits.

“Cats don’t,” said Lady Medchester, smiling at Tillytuck out of her hazel eyes and giving the wistful McGinty a nip of sausage. “That is why their approval, when they do bestow it, is really so much more of a compliment than a dog’s. Dogs are so much easier pleased, don’t you think?”

“You’ve said a mouthful, ma’am,” said Tillytuck admiringly.

Cuddles, who, up to now, had contrived to keep a perfectly demure face, narrowly escaped choking to death over a gulp of tea. Pat, glancing wildly around, suddenly encountered Lady Medchester’s eyes. Something passed between them … understanding … comradeship … a delicious enjoyment of the situation. After that Pat didn’t care what anybody did or said … which was rather fortunate, for a few minutes later, when Lady Medchester happened to remark that she had had friends on the Titanic, Tillytuck said sympathetically, “Ah, so had I, ma’am … so had I.”

“The ould liar!” said Judy under her breath. But everybody heard her. This time it was Lady Medchester who narrowly escaped disaster over a bit of biscuit. And again her twinkling eyes sought Pat’s.

“Couldn’t you stay till mother comes?” asked Pat, as the countess rose, gently and regretfully displacing her lapful of silken cat.

“I’m so sorry I can’t. I’ve really stayed too long as it is. I have to catch that boat train. But it has been delightful. And I can tell Clara that at least I’ve seen Mary’s dear girls. You’ll be coming to England some day I’m sure, and when you do you must look me up. I’m so sorry to put this beautiful cat down.”

“You’ve got hairs all over your stomach, ma’am,” said Tillytuck. “Dogs ain’t like that now.”

If looks could have slain Judy would have been a murderess. But the countess put her hands on Pat’s shoulders, kissed her check and bowed her head, shaking with laughter.

“He’s priceless,” she whispered. “Priceless. And so is your Judy. Darlings, I only wish I could have stayed longer.”

The countess picked up a little squashy hat with a gold and brown feather on it that looked like a hand-me-down from the Silverbridge store, adjusted a silver fox stole which Pat knew must have cost a small fortune, kissed Cuddles, made a mysterious visit into the pantry with Judy, donned a pair of antiquated gauntlets and went out to her car. Before she got in she looked around her. Silver Bush had cast over her the spell it cast over all.

“A quiet, beautiful place where there is time to live,” she said, as if speaking to herself. Then she waved her hand to Judy … “We had such a pleasant little chat, hadn’t we?” … and was gone.

“Oh, oh, but Silver Bush has been honoured this day,” said Judy as they went back in.

“Judy, tell us everything … I’m simply bursting. And how did you come to have supper in the kitchen?”

“Oh, oh, don’t be blaming me,” entreated Judy. “It do be a long story that’ll take some telling. Niver did I live through such an afternoon in me life. Tillytuck, do ye be wanting a liddle bite? Not that ye desarve it … but there’s some av the pittaties and sausages lift if ye care for them.”

“What’s good enough for a countess is good enough for me,” said Tillytuck, sitting down to the table with avidity. “She’s a fine figure of a woman that, though maybe a bit broader in the beam than you’d expect of a countess, symbolically speaking. I found something alluring about her.”

“Come out to the graveyard,” whispered Judy to the girls. “We won’t be disturbed there and I can be telling ye the tale. Sure and ‘twill be one for the annals of Silver Bush.”

“Uncle Brian has just phoned that mother was away to a picnic with some friends of Aunt Helen’s and he couldn’t locate her.”

“It doesn’t matter now,” sighed Pat. “Why, oh, why, do things never happen as you plan? But I don’t care … she was lovely … and she enjoyed herself… .”

“Oh, oh, that she did,” agreed Judy, settling herself on Weeping Willy’s tombstone, while Pat and Cuddles and McGinty squatted on Wild Dick’s, “and nothing could or magnificant about her. But whin she drove in, girls dear, I didn’t be knowing for a minute whither I stud on me heels or me hid. I did be taking her up to the Poet’s room to wash her hands … oh, oh, I did all the honours, aven to slipping in that extry nice cake av soap ye brought home the other day, the one wrapped up in shiny paper … and the bist av the embridered towels. I cudn’t manage the new sprid but if ye’d heard her ladyship rave over the beautiful patchwork quilt! Thin I dashed up to me room for a squint in me book av Useful Knowledge. But niver a word cud I find about intertaining the nobility so I had to be falling back on what I cud rimimber av the doings at Castle McDermott. It do be a pity I niver thought av slipping into me dress-up dress. But I was a bit excited-like. Whin I’d finished ixplaining to her that I’d phoned for ye nothing wud do her but I must show her all round the place. She said she wanted to see a rale Canadian farm at close range. It did be suiting me for I didn’t be knowing if it was manners to lave her all alone and to sit wid a countess in the Big Parlour was a fearsome thought. I did be taking her all through the orchard and the silver bush and the cats’ burying ground. And thin all through the graveyard and telling her all the ould stories … and didn’t she laugh over Waping Willy! Thin whin we wint back to the house she wanted to see me kitchen … and me not knowing how Just Dog wud behave. Whin we got in it she sez to me, just like one old frind to another, ‘Cud ye let me have a cup av tay, Judy … and what is that delicious odour I smell?’ Well, girls dear, ye know just what it was … me bit av baked sausage and pittaties I had in the oven for Tillytuck and mesilf, ivery one ilse being away. ‘Will ye be giving me a taste av it?’ she sez, wheedling-like. ‘Right here in the kitchen, Judy, where the scint av lilacs is coming in through that windy, Judy,’ sez she, ‘and the very same white kittens that hung on me nursery wall more years ago than I’ll admit aven to you, Judy,’ sez she. Sure and I cudn’t stand up to a countess so she had her way. I got out the bist silver taypot and one av the parlour chairs for her. But she plunked hersilf down on ould Nehemiah’s and sez, sez she, ‘I want me tay right out av that ould brown pot. There’s nothing like it for flavour,’ sez she. And nothing wud do but I must sit down wid her and take a share av the sausages and pittaties. But I wasn’t after ating minny, girls dear … me appetite wasn’t wid me. Siven av thim sausages disappeared and I et only the one av thim. Think av it, me drinking tay wid a countess, and crooking me liddle finger rale illigant whin I happened to think av it! Madam Binnie’ll niver be belaving it. And wud ye be belaving it, girls dear? She was at Castle McDermott hersilf whin she was a girleen and tould me all about the ould place. It did be making me fale I must be going to see it afore long. Prisently Bold-and-Bad comes along asking ‘have ye room for a cat?’ and jumps up in her lap. Oh, oh, ye saw for yersilves she was a different brade from Cousin Nicholas. Well, we did be sitting there colloguing, her and me and the cats, rale cosy and frindly, whin I heard a tarrible noise in the back porch. It didn’t sound like innything on earth but I did be knowing it was Tillytuck gargling his throat, him thinking it was a bit sore this morning. I did be glancing at the countess a bit apprehensive-like but she was admiring me crame cow and taking no notice apparently. I was fearing whin he finished wid his throat he’d be breaking out into a Psalm but niver did I think he’d have the presumption to come in. I was clane flabbergasted whin I saw him standing in the dureway. I did be giving him the high sign to take himsilf off but he paid no attintion and was all for setting down on her ladyship’s hat which she had tossed on a chair careless-like. I got it away just in time, girls dear, and down he plumped. Wud ye belave it, her ladyship smiled at him in that nice way she has and passed a remark about the weather. And didn’t Tillytuck tell her rain was coming bekase he had rheumatism in his arms! And thin tilting back on the hind-legs av his chair, wid his thumbs tucked into his bilt, casual-like, he wint on to tell her one av his ‘traggedies’ … how the lion had got out av his cage and clawed him. ‘It was a lippard last time,’ I cudn’t hilp saying, sarcastic-like. But her ladyship tuk his measure and I cud see she was lading him on, and him thinking he was showing me how to hobnob wid the quality. Thin Just Dog started to throw one av his fits but Tillytuck whisked him out so quick I’m not thinking her ladyship tuk it in. What wid it all, me nerves were getting a bit jumpy and niver was there a more welcome sound to me ears than the ould Russell mare’s trot up the lane.”

“Did you give the countess a swig out of your black bottle, Judy?” asked Sid, who had arrived home and come to find out why nobody had got supper ready for him. “If she left anything in the pantry I’d be glad of a bite.”

“Why did you take her into the pantry just as she was leaving, Judy?” asked Pat.

“Oh, oh, I’d promised to give her a jar av me strawberry jam. But she’ll niver be getting it home safe … there do be something in an ocean v’yage it can’t be standing … she’ll be firing it overboard afore she’s half way across. She said to me in the pantry, Patsy dear, that ye did be having a lovely smile and a grand sinse av fun. Sure and I’m putting that bit av biscuit she lift on her plate in me glory box for a kapesake. It was her third so there did be no insult in her laving it. Well, it do be all over and whether I’ll slape a wink tonight or not the Good Man Above only knows.”

Judy was snoring soundly enough in the kitchen chamber when Pat and Cuddles went to bed. Young Joe Merritt had been around Silver Bush that night, wanting Pat to go to a picture with him but Pat had refused. Judy, as usual, wanted to know why poor Joe was always being snubbed. Wasn’t he be way av being a rale nice young man and a cousin av the Charlottetown Merritts at that?

“I haven’t a fault to find with him, Judy,” said Pat gravely, “but our taste in jokes is entirely different.”

“Oh, oh, that’s sarious,” agreed Judy … and crossed Joe Merritt’s name from her list of possibles.

“Pull up the blind and let the night in, Cuddles. And don’t light the lamp yet. When you light it you make an enemy of the dark. It stares in at you resentfully. Just now it’s kind and friendly. Let’s sit here at the window and talk it all over. It would be wicked to go to sleep too soon on such a night.”

“Sleep! I’ll never sleep again in this world,” sighed Cuddles luxuriously, squatting on the floor and snuggling against Pat’s knee while she proceeded to devour some water-cress sandwiches. They were getting in the habit of these delightful little gossips by their window, with only the trees and the stars to listen. Tonight the scent of lilacs drifted in and the night was like a cup of fragrance that had spilled over. A wind was waking far off in the spruces on the hill. The robins were still whistling and the silver bush was an elusive, shadowy world breathing mystery. Bold-and-Bad padded in and insinuated himself into Cuddles’ lap, where he lay and purred, tensing and flexing his claws happily. One lap was quite as good as another to Bold-and-Bad.

“I’ve had too many thrills to-day to be sleepy … some just awful and some wonderful. Wasn’t Lady Medchester lovely, Pat? And NOT because she was a countess. She had such a finished air somehow. She wasn’t a bit handsome … did you notice how much she looked like Mrs. Snuffy Madison? … and her clothes were really shabby. Except the fox stole of course. But her hat … well, it looked as if Tillytuck HAD sat on it. But for all that there was something about her that we can’t ever get, Pat, in a hundred years.”

“SHE wouldn’t care what the Binnies thought,” said Pat mischievously.

“Don’t … I’m blushing. And I’m never going even to mention it to Trix. Have a sandwich, Pat? You must be empty. We neither of us had anything since dinner but a biscuit and a scrap of Bishop’s bread. I was only pretending to eat under Lady Medchester’s eyes. Puss, do stop digging your claws into me. I’m sure Lady Medchester will have an amusing tale to tell when she gets home. The stately halls of England will resound to mirth over Judy and Tillytuck.”

“Tillytuck perhaps … but not Judy. People laugh WITH Judy, not AT her. Our countess liked Judy. Did you notice what a lovely voice she had? It somehow made me think of old mellow things that had been loved for centuries … after I got capable of thinking at all, that is. Cuddles, I’ll never forget the sight as we bounced into the kitchen … Judy Plum and the Countess of Medchester tęte-ŕ-tęte at our kitchen table, with Tillytuck for audience. Nobody will ever believe it. It WILL be something to tell our grandchildren … if we ever have any.”