Of course, Hilary must come first."
Patience fairly jumped up and down with excitement. "When will they
begin, and what will they be like? O Paul, just think of the good
times we've had _without_ any money 't all! Aren't we the luckiest
girls!"
They had reached the strawberry-bed and Patience dropped down in the
grass beside it, her hands clasped around her knees. "Good times in
Winton will be a lot better than good times anywhere else. Winton's
such a nice sociable place."
Pauline settled herself on the top rail of the fence bordering the
garden at the back. Patience's enthusiasm was infectious. "What sort
of good times do you mean?" she asked.
"Picnics!"
"We have such a lot of picnics--year after year!"
"A nice picnic is always sort of new. Miranda does put up such
beautiful lunches. O Paul, couldn't we afford chocolate layer cake
_every_ time, now?"
"You goosey!" Pauline laughed again heartily.
"And maybe there'll be an excursion somewhere's, and by'n'by there'll
be the town fair. Paul, there's a ripe berry! And another and--"
"See here, hold on, Impatience!" Pauline protested, as the berries
disappeared, one after another, down Patience's small throat.
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