Mrs. Boyd let us have the things and the chintz for
the cushions, Shirley made them, and we filled them with hay."
Pauline, sitting on the edge of the low porch, looked about her with
appreciative eyes. "How pleasant and cozy it is, and after all, it
only took a little time and trouble."
Hilary laid her new book on the table. "How soon do you suppose we can
go over to the manor, Paul? I imagine the Dayres have fixed it up
mighty pretty. Mr. Dayre was over here, last night. He and Shirley
are ever so--chummy. He's Shirley Putnam Dayre, and she's Shirley
Putnam Dayre, Junior. So he calls her 'Junior' and she calls him
'Senior.' They're just like brother and sister. He's an artist,
they've been everywhere together. And, Paul, they think Winton is
delightful. Mr. Dayre says the village street, with its great
overhanging trees, and old-fashioned houses, is a picture in itself,
particularly up at our end, with the church, all ivy-covered. He means
to paint the church sometime this summer."
"It would make a pretty picture," Pauline said thoughtfully. "Hilary,
I wonder--"
"So do I," Hilary said. "Still, after all, one would like to see
different places--"
"And love only one," Pauline added; she turned to her sister.
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