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Pat of Silver Bush - ebook
„Pat of Silver Bus” (1933) 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. The book begins when Pat is 7 years old and ends when she is 18. She is very devoted to her family: her father and mother, her brothers Joe and Sid, and her sisters Winnie and Rachel. If it were up to her, nothing there would ever change. But of course if nothing changed, she’d never get a new baby sister, see her Aunt Hazel’s wedding, or meet the only boy who truly understands her. Yes, there is change coming for Pat – some of it joyous and some of it heartbreaking. But no matter what, he favorite house in the world will always be waiting for her...
| Kategoria: | Classic Literature |
| Język: | Angielski |
| Zabezpieczenie: |
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| ISBN: | 978-83-8148-888-4 |
| Rozmiar pliku: | 2,7 MB |
FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
Contents
1. Introduces Pat
2. Introduces Silver Bush
3. Concerning Parsley Beds
4. Sunday's Child
5. "What's in a Name?"
6. What Price Weddings?
7. Here Comes the Bride
8. Aftermath
9. A Day to Spend
10. A Maiden All Forlorn
11. Dinner is Served
12. Black Magic
13. Company Manners
14. The Shadow of Fear
15. Elizabeth Happens
16. The Rescue of Pepper
17. Judy Puts Her Foot Down
18. Under a Cloud
19. "Am I So Ugly, Judy?"
20. Shores of Romance
21. What Would Judy Think of It?
22. Three Daughters of One Race
23. Mock Sunshine
24. Ashes to Ashes
25. His Way is on the Sea
26. Gentleman Tom Sits on the Stairs
27. Glamour of Youth
28. Even As You and I
29. April Magic
30. One Shall Be Taken
31. Lost Fragrance
32. Exile
33. Fancy's Fool
34. "Let's Pretend"
35. Shadow and Sunshine
36. Balm in Gilead
37. Winnie's Wedding
38. Laughter and Tears
39. The Chatelaine of Silver Bush1
Introduces Pat
1
“Oh, oh, and I think I’ll soon have to be doing some rooting in the parsley bed,” said Judy Plum, as she began to cut Winnie’s red crepe dress into strips suitable for “hooking.” She was very much pleased with herself because she had succeeded in browbeating Mrs. Gardiner into letting her have it. Mrs. Gardiner thought Winnie might have got another summer’s wear out of it. Red crepe dresses were not picked up in parsley beds, whatever else might be.
But Judy had set her heart on that dress. It was exactly the shade she wanted for the inner petals of the fat, “raised” roses in the fine new rug she was hooking for Aunt Hazel . . . a rug with golden-brown “scrolls” around its edges and, in the centre, clusters of red and purple roses such as never grew on any earthly rose-bush.
Judy Plum “had her name up,” as she expressed it, for hooked rugs, and she meant that this should be a masterpiece. It was to be a wedding gift for Aunt Hazel, if that young lady really got married this summer, as, in Judy’s opinion, it was high time she should, after all her picking and choosing.
Pat, who was greatly interested in the rug’s progress, knew nothing except that it was for Aunt Hazel. Also, there was another event impending at Silver Bush of which she was ignorant and Judy thought it was high time she was warned. When one has been the “baby” of a family for almost seven years just how is one going to take a supplanter? Judy, who loved everybody at Silver Bush in reason, loved Pat out of reason and was worried over this beyond all measure. Pat was always after taking things a bit too seriously. As Judy put it, she “loved too hard.” What a scene she had been after making that very morning because Judy wanted her old purple sweater for the roses. It was far too tight for her and more holy than righteous, if ye plaze, but Pat wouldn’t hear of giving it up. She loved that old sweater and she meant to wear it another year. She fought so tigerishly about it that Judy . . . of course . . . gave in. Pat was always like that about her clothes. She wore them until they simply wouldn’t look at her because they were so dear to her she couldn’t bear to give them up. She hated her new duds until she had worn them for a few weeks. Then she turned around and loved them fiercely, too.
“A quare child, if ye’ll belave me,” Judy used to say, shaking her grizzled head. But she would have put the black sign on any one else who called Pat a queer child.
“What makes her queer?” Sidney had asked once, a little belligerently. Sidney loved Pat and didn’t like to hear her called queer.
“Sure, a leprachaun touched her the day she was born wid a liddle green rose-thorn,” answered Judy mysteriously.
Judy knew all about leprachauns and banshees and water-kelpies and fascinating beings like that.
“So she can’t ever be just like other folks. But it isn’t all to the bad. She’ll be after having things other folks can’t have.”
“What things?” Sidney was curious.
“She’ll love folks . . . and things . . . better than most . . . and that’ll give her the great delight. But they’ll hurt her more, too. ‘Tis the way of the fairy gift and ye have to take the bad wid the good.”
“If that’s all the leppern did for her I don’t think he amounts to much,” said young Sidney scornfully.
“S . . . sh!” Judy was scandalised. “Liddle ye know what may be listening to ye. And I’m not after saying it was all. She’ll see things. Hundreds av witches flying be night over the woods and steeples on broomsticks, wid their black cats perched behind them. How wud ye like that?”
“Aunt Hazel says there aren’t any such things as witches, ‘specially in Prince Edward Island,” said Sidney.
“If ye don’t be belaving innything what fun are ye going to get out av life?” asked Judy unanswerably. “There may niver be a witch in P. E. Island but there’s minny a one in ould Ireland even yet. The grandmother av me was one.”
“Are you a witch?” demanded Sidney daringly. He had always wanted to ask Judy that.
“I might be having a liddle av it in me, though I’m not be way av being a full witch,” said Judy significantly.
“And are you sure the leppern pricked Pat?”
“Sure? Who cud be sure av what a fairy might be doing? Maybe it’s only the mixed blood in her makes her quare. Frinch and English and Irish and Scotch and Quaker . . . ‘tis a tarrible mixture, I’m telling ye.”
“But that’s all so long ago,” argued Sidney. “Uncle Tom says it’s just Canadian now.”
“Oh, oh,” said Judy, highly offended, “if yer Uncle Tom do be knowing more about it than meself whativer are ye here plaguing me to death wid yer questions for? Scoot, scat, and scamper, or I’ll warm your liddle behind for ye.”
“I don’t believe there’s either witches or fairies,” cried Sid, just to make her madder. It was always fun to make Judy Plum mad.
“Oh, oh, indade! Well, I knew a man in ould Ireland said the same thing. Said it as bould as brass, he did. And he met some one night, whin he was walking home from where he’d no business to be. Oh, oh, what they did to him!”
“What . . . what?” demanded Sid eagerly.
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1. Introduces Pat
2. Introduces Silver Bush
3. Concerning Parsley Beds
4. Sunday's Child
5. "What's in a Name?"
6. What Price Weddings?
7. Here Comes the Bride
8. Aftermath
9. A Day to Spend
10. A Maiden All Forlorn
11. Dinner is Served
12. Black Magic
13. Company Manners
14. The Shadow of Fear
15. Elizabeth Happens
16. The Rescue of Pepper
17. Judy Puts Her Foot Down
18. Under a Cloud
19. "Am I So Ugly, Judy?"
20. Shores of Romance
21. What Would Judy Think of It?
22. Three Daughters of One Race
23. Mock Sunshine
24. Ashes to Ashes
25. His Way is on the Sea
26. Gentleman Tom Sits on the Stairs
27. Glamour of Youth
28. Even As You and I
29. April Magic
30. One Shall Be Taken
31. Lost Fragrance
32. Exile
33. Fancy's Fool
34. "Let's Pretend"
35. Shadow and Sunshine
36. Balm in Gilead
37. Winnie's Wedding
38. Laughter and Tears
39. The Chatelaine of Silver Bush1
Introduces Pat
1
“Oh, oh, and I think I’ll soon have to be doing some rooting in the parsley bed,” said Judy Plum, as she began to cut Winnie’s red crepe dress into strips suitable for “hooking.” She was very much pleased with herself because she had succeeded in browbeating Mrs. Gardiner into letting her have it. Mrs. Gardiner thought Winnie might have got another summer’s wear out of it. Red crepe dresses were not picked up in parsley beds, whatever else might be.
But Judy had set her heart on that dress. It was exactly the shade she wanted for the inner petals of the fat, “raised” roses in the fine new rug she was hooking for Aunt Hazel . . . a rug with golden-brown “scrolls” around its edges and, in the centre, clusters of red and purple roses such as never grew on any earthly rose-bush.
Judy Plum “had her name up,” as she expressed it, for hooked rugs, and she meant that this should be a masterpiece. It was to be a wedding gift for Aunt Hazel, if that young lady really got married this summer, as, in Judy’s opinion, it was high time she should, after all her picking and choosing.
Pat, who was greatly interested in the rug’s progress, knew nothing except that it was for Aunt Hazel. Also, there was another event impending at Silver Bush of which she was ignorant and Judy thought it was high time she was warned. When one has been the “baby” of a family for almost seven years just how is one going to take a supplanter? Judy, who loved everybody at Silver Bush in reason, loved Pat out of reason and was worried over this beyond all measure. Pat was always after taking things a bit too seriously. As Judy put it, she “loved too hard.” What a scene she had been after making that very morning because Judy wanted her old purple sweater for the roses. It was far too tight for her and more holy than righteous, if ye plaze, but Pat wouldn’t hear of giving it up. She loved that old sweater and she meant to wear it another year. She fought so tigerishly about it that Judy . . . of course . . . gave in. Pat was always like that about her clothes. She wore them until they simply wouldn’t look at her because they were so dear to her she couldn’t bear to give them up. She hated her new duds until she had worn them for a few weeks. Then she turned around and loved them fiercely, too.
“A quare child, if ye’ll belave me,” Judy used to say, shaking her grizzled head. But she would have put the black sign on any one else who called Pat a queer child.
“What makes her queer?” Sidney had asked once, a little belligerently. Sidney loved Pat and didn’t like to hear her called queer.
“Sure, a leprachaun touched her the day she was born wid a liddle green rose-thorn,” answered Judy mysteriously.
Judy knew all about leprachauns and banshees and water-kelpies and fascinating beings like that.
“So she can’t ever be just like other folks. But it isn’t all to the bad. She’ll be after having things other folks can’t have.”
“What things?” Sidney was curious.
“She’ll love folks . . . and things . . . better than most . . . and that’ll give her the great delight. But they’ll hurt her more, too. ‘Tis the way of the fairy gift and ye have to take the bad wid the good.”
“If that’s all the leppern did for her I don’t think he amounts to much,” said young Sidney scornfully.
“S . . . sh!” Judy was scandalised. “Liddle ye know what may be listening to ye. And I’m not after saying it was all. She’ll see things. Hundreds av witches flying be night over the woods and steeples on broomsticks, wid their black cats perched behind them. How wud ye like that?”
“Aunt Hazel says there aren’t any such things as witches, ‘specially in Prince Edward Island,” said Sidney.
“If ye don’t be belaving innything what fun are ye going to get out av life?” asked Judy unanswerably. “There may niver be a witch in P. E. Island but there’s minny a one in ould Ireland even yet. The grandmother av me was one.”
“Are you a witch?” demanded Sidney daringly. He had always wanted to ask Judy that.
“I might be having a liddle av it in me, though I’m not be way av being a full witch,” said Judy significantly.
“And are you sure the leppern pricked Pat?”
“Sure? Who cud be sure av what a fairy might be doing? Maybe it’s only the mixed blood in her makes her quare. Frinch and English and Irish and Scotch and Quaker . . . ‘tis a tarrible mixture, I’m telling ye.”
“But that’s all so long ago,” argued Sidney. “Uncle Tom says it’s just Canadian now.”
“Oh, oh,” said Judy, highly offended, “if yer Uncle Tom do be knowing more about it than meself whativer are ye here plaguing me to death wid yer questions for? Scoot, scat, and scamper, or I’ll warm your liddle behind for ye.”
“I don’t believe there’s either witches or fairies,” cried Sid, just to make her madder. It was always fun to make Judy Plum mad.
“Oh, oh, indade! Well, I knew a man in ould Ireland said the same thing. Said it as bould as brass, he did. And he met some one night, whin he was walking home from where he’d no business to be. Oh, oh, what they did to him!”
“What . . . what?” demanded Sid eagerly.
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