Chapter 24 THE BEWITCHMENT OF PAT

We were all in the doleful dumps-at least, all we "young fry" were, and even the grown-ups were sorry and condescended to take an interest in our troubles. Pat, our own, dear, frolicsome Paddy, was sick again-very, very sick.

On Friday he moped and refused his saucer of new milk at milking time. The next morning he stretched himself down on the