CHAPTER XXIV. 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 platform by Uncle Roger's back door, laid his head on his black paws, and refused to take any notice of anything or anybody. In vain we stroked and entreated and brought him tidbits. Only when the Story Girl caressed him did he give one plaintive little mew, as if to ask piteously why she could not do something for him. At that Cecily and Felicity and Sara Ray all began crying, and we boys felt choky. Indeed, I caught Peter behind Aunt Olivia's dairy later in the day, and if ever a boy had been crying I vow that boy was Peter. Nor did he deny it when I taxed him with it, but he would not give in that he was crying about Paddy. Nonsense! 

"What were you crying for, then?" I said. 

"I'm crying because--because my Aunt Jane is dead," said Peter defiantly. 

"But your Aunt Jane died two years ago," I said skeptically. 

"Well, ain't that all the more reason for crying?" retorted Peter. "I've had to do without her for two years, and that's worse than if it had just been a few days." 
Was everyone happy?
What mood were they in?
Did anyone notice?
Who?
Why were they upset?
When did they start acting up?
What was something that was an indicator?
What else?
Did it respond to anyone?
What made them even more upset?
When?
What did it mean?
What gender was it?
When it did that, who got upset?
Who else?
Anybody else?
What about the guys?
Who of them cried?
What was he looking at?
Why did he say he was?
no
We were all in the doleful dumps-
doleful
We were all in the doleful dumps
yes
 even the grown-ups were sorry and condescended to take an interest in our troubles. 
the grown-ups
even the grown-ups were sorry and condescended to take an interest in our troubles. 
Paddy, was sick again
 Pat, our own, dear, frolicsome Paddy, was sick again--very, very sick. 

Firday
On Friday he moped and refused his saucer of new milk at milking time. 
he moped
On Friday he moped and refused his saucer of new milk at milking time. 
refused his milk
On Friday he moped and refused his saucer of new milk at milking time. 
no
 refused to take any notice of anything or anybody. 
he give one plaintive little mew,
 he give one plaintive little mew,
when the Story Girl caressed him
 Only when the Story Girl caressed him did he give one plaintive little mew
why she couldn't she do something for him
he give one plaintive little mew, as if to ask piteously why she could not do something for him
male
On Friday he moped 
. Cecily
. At that Cecily and Felicity and Sara Ray all began crying, and we boys felt choky. I
Felicity
 At that Cecily and Felicity and Sara Ray all began crying
Sara Ray
At that Cecily and Felicity and Sara Ray all began crying,
they felt choky
 and we boys felt choky.
Peter
I caught Peter behind Aunt Olivia's dairy later in the day, and if ever a boy had been crying I vow that boy was Peter
Aunt Olivia's dairy
 I caught Peter behind Aunt Olivia's dairy l
his Aunt Jane was dead
"I'm crying because--because my Aunt Jane is dead," said Peter defiantly. 