Mother Shaw? Patience thinks it the
best idea ever, there'll be no urging needed there."
Pauline went up to bed that night feeling strangely happy. For one
thing the uncertainty was over, and if they set to work to make this
summer full of interest, to break up the monotony and routine that
Hilary found so irksome, the result must be satisfactory. And lastly,
there was the comforting conviction, that whatever displeasure her
father had felt at first, at her taking the law into her own hands in
such unforeseen fashion, had disappeared now; and he was not going to
stay "outside of things," that was sure.
The next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Pauline ran up-stairs
to the spare room. She threw open the shutters of the four windows,
letting in the fresh morning air. The side windows faced west, and
looked out across the pleasant tree-shaded yard to the church; those at
the front faced south, overlooking the broad village street.
In the bright sunlight, the big square room stood forth in all its prim
orderliness. "It is ugly," Pauline decided, shaking her head
disapprovingly, but it had possibilities. No room, with four such
generous windows and--for the fire-board must come out--such a wide
deep fireplace, could be without them.
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