"
"That would be a good plan, Pauline."
"And if she's company, she'll have to have the spare room," Patience
added.
"Jolly for you, Patience!" Pauline said. "Only, mother, Hilary doesn't
like the spare room; she says it's the dreariest room in the house."
"If she's company, she'll have to pretend to like it, it wouldn't be
good manners not to," Patience observed. The prospect opening out
ahead of them seemed full of delightful possibilities. "I hope Miranda
catches on to the game, and gives us pound-cake and hot biscuits for
supper ever so often, and doesn't call me to do things, when I'm busy
entertaining 'the company.'"
"Mother," Pauline broke in--"do keep quiet. Impatience--couldn't we do
the spare room over--there's that twenty-five dollars? We've planned
it so often."
"We might make some alterations, dear--at least."
"We'll take stock the first thing to-morrow morning. I suppose we
can't really start in before Monday."
"Hardly, seeing that it is Friday night."
They were still talking this new idea over, though Patience had been
sent to bed, when Mr. Shaw came in from a visit to a sick parishioner.
"We've got the most beautiful scheme on hand, father," Pauline told
him, wheeling forward his favorite chair.
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