I shan't have to be a young lady
for two years yet."
"Most in-crim-i-na-ting!" Patience repeated insistently; "you wrote."
Pauline turned abruptly and going into the pantry began taking down the
cups and saucers for the table. As soon as Hilary had gone back to the
sitting-room, she called softly, "Patty, O Patty!"
Patience grinned wickedly; she was seldom called Patty, least of all by
Pauline. "Well?" she answered.
"Come here--please," and when Patience was safely inside the pantry,
Pauline shut the door gently--"Now see here, Impatience--"
"That isn't what you called me just now!"
"Patty then--Listen, suppose--suppose I have been--trying to do
something to--to help Hilary to get well; can't you see that I wouldn't
want her to know, until I was sure, really sure, it was going to come
to something?"
Patience gave a little jump of excitement. "How jolly! But who have
you been writing to--about it, Paul!"
"I haven't said that--"
"See here, Paul, I'll play fair, if you do; but if you go trying to act
any 'grown-up sister' business I'll--"
And Pauline capitulated. "I can't tell you about it yet, Patty; father
said not to. I want you to promise not to ask questions, or say
anything about it, before Hilary.
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