It was the next afternoon that Pauline, reading in the garden, heard an
eager little voice calling excitedly, "Paul, where are you! It's come!
It's come! I brought it up from the office myself!"
Pauline sprang up. "Here I am, Patience! Hurry!"
"Well, I like that!" Patience said, coming across the lawn. "Hurry!
Haven't I run every inch of the way home!" She waved the letter above
her head--"'Miss Pauline A. Shaw!' It's type-written! O Paul, aren't
you going to read it out here!"
For Pauline, catching the letter from her, had run into the house,
crying--"Mother! O Mother Shaw!"
CHAPTER III
UNCLE PAUL'S ANSWER
"Mother! O mother, where are you!" Pauline cried, and on Mrs. Shaw's
answering from her own room, she ran on up-stairs. "O Mother Shaw!
It's come at last!" she announced breathlessly.
"So I thought--when I heard Patience calling just now. Pauline, dear,
try not to be too disappointed if--"
"You open it, mother--please! Now it's really come, I'm--afraid to."
Pauline held out her letter.
"No, dear, it is addressed to you," Mrs. Shaw answered quietly.
And Pauline, a good deal sobered by the gravity with which her mother
had received the news, sat down on the wide window seat, near her
mother's chair, tearing open the envelope.
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