"
"Oh," Pauline said, "do hurry, Patience. I want to get home as fast as
I can."
CHAPTER IV
BEGINNINGS
Sunday afternoon, Pauline and Patience drove over to The Maples to see
Hilary. They stopped, as they went by, at the postoffice for Pauline
to mail a letter to her uncle, which was something in the nature of a
very enthusiastic postscript to the one she had written him Friday
night, acknowledging and thanking him for his cheque, and telling him
of the plans already under discussion.
"And now," Patience said, as they turned out of the wide main street,
"we're really off. I reckon Hilary'll be looking for us, don't you?"
"I presume she will," Pauline answered.
"Maybe she'll want to come back with us."
"Oh, I don't believe so. She knows mother wants her to stay the week
out. Listen, Patty--"
Patience sat up and took notice. When people Pattied her, it generally
meant they had a favor to ask, or something of the sort.
"Remember, you're to be very careful not to let Hilary
suspect--anything."
"About the room and--?"
"I mean--everything."
"Won't she like it--all, when she does know?"
"Well, rather!"
Patience wriggled excitedly.
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