"I hope so, dear. Yes, it is very nice."
"She was looking better already, mother; brighter, you know."
"Mummy, is asking a perfectly necessary question 'interrupting'?'"
"Perhaps not, dear, if there is only one," smiled Mrs. Shaw.
"Mayn't I, please, go with Paul and Hilary when they go to call on that
girl?"
"On whom, Patience?"
Patience wriggled impatiently; grown people were certainly very trying
at times. "On Paul's and Hilary's new friend, mummy."
"Not the first time, Patience; possibly later--"
Patience shrugged. "By and by," she observed, addressing the room at
large, "when Paul and Hilary are married, I'll be Miss Shaw! And
then--" the thought appeared to give her considerable comfort.
"And maybe, Towser," she confided later, as the two sat together on the
side porch, "maybe--some day--you and I'll go to call on them on our
own account. I'm not sure it isn't your duty to call on those
dogs--you lived here first, and I can't see why it isn't mine--to call
on that girl. Father says, we should always hasten to welcome the
stranger; and they sound dreadfully interesting."
Towser blinked a sleepy acquiescence. In spite of his years, he still
followed blindly where Patience led, though the consequences were
frequently disastrous.
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