"Father came to Winton just after he was
married, so we girls have never lived anywhere else nor been anywhere
else--that counted. Any really big city, I mean. We're dreadfully
tired of Winton--Hilary, especially."
"It's a mighty pretty place."
"I suppose so." Pauline slapped old Fanny impatiently. "Will you go
on!"
Fanny was making forward most reluctantly; the Boyd barn had been very
much to her liking. Now, as the three dogs made a swift rush at her
leaping and barking around her, she gave a snort of disgust, quickening
her pace involuntarily.
"Don't call them off, please!" Pauline begged Shirley. "She isn't in
the least scared, and it's perfectly refreshing to find that she can
move."
"All the same, discipline must be maintained," Shirley insisted; and at
her command the dogs fell behind.
"Have you been here long?" Pauline asked.
"About two weeks. We were going further up the lake--just on a
sketching trip,--and we saw this house from the deck of the boat; it
looked so delightful, and so deserted and lonely, that we came back
from the next landing to see about it. We took it at once and sent for
a lot of traps from the studio at home, they aren't here yet.
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