"It's like having a fairy godmother,
isn't it? And three wishes? If you'd had three wishes, Paul, wouldn't
you've chosen--"
"You'd better begin quieting down, Patience, or Hilary can't help
suspecting something."
Patience drew a long breath. "If she knew--she wouldn't stay a single
day longer, would she?"
"That's one reason why she mustn't know."
"When will you tell her; or is mother going to?"
"I don't know yet. See here, Patience, you may drive--if you won't hi
yi."
"Please, Paul, let me, when we get to the avenue. It's stupid coming
to a place, like Fanny'd gone to sleep."
"Not before--and only once then," Pauline stipulated, and Patience
possessed her soul in at least a faint semblance of patience until they
turned into the avenue of maples. Then she suddenly tightened her hold
on the reins, bounced excitedly up and down, crying sharply--"Hi yi!"
Fanny instantly pricked up her ears, and, what was more to the purpose,
actually started into what might almost have been called a trot.
"There! you see!" Patience said proudly, as they turned into the yard.
Hilary came down the porch steps. "I heard Impatience urging her
Rosinante on," she laughed.
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