"Why didn't you let her drive all the way,
Paul? I've been watching for you since dinner."
"We've been pretty nearly since dinner getting here, it seems to me,"
Patience declared. "We had to wait for Paul to write a letter first
to--"
"Are you alone?" Pauline broke in hurriedly, asking the first question
that came into her mind.
Hilary smiled ruefully. "Not exactly. Mr. Boyd's asleep in the
sitting-room, and Mrs. Boyd's taking a nap up-stairs in her own room."
"You poor child!" Pauline said. "Jump out, Patience!"
"_Have_ you brought me something to read? I've finished both the books
I brought with me, and gone through a lot of magazines--queer old
things, that Mrs. Boyd took years and years ago."
"Then you've done very wrong," Pauline told her severely, leading Fanny
over to a shady spot at one side of the yard and tying her to the
fence--a quite unnecessary act, as nothing would have induced Fanny to
take her departure unsolicited.
"Guess!" Pauline came back, carrying a small paper-covered parcel.
"Father sent it to you. He was over at Vergennes yesterday."
"Oh!" Hilary cried, taking it eagerly and sitting down on the steps.
"It's a book, of course.
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