"You are
better, aren't you--already?"
"I surely am. Shirley's promised to take me out on the lake soon.
She's going to be friends with us, Paul--really friends. She says we
must call her 'Shirley,' that she doesn't like 'Miss Dayre,' she hears
it so seldom."
"I think it's nice--being called 'Miss,'" Patience remarked, from where
she had curled herself up in the hammock. "I suppose she doesn't want
it, because she can have it--I'd love to be called 'Miss Shaw.'"
"Hilary," Pauline said, "would you mind very much, if you couldn't go
away this summer?"
"It wouldn't do much good if I did, would it?"
"The not minding would--to mother and the rest of us--"
"And if you knew what--" Patience began excitedly.
"Don't you want to go find Captain, Impatience?" Pauline asked hastily,
and Patience, feeling that she had made a false move, went with most
unusual meekness.
"Know what?" Hilary asked.
"I--shouldn't wonder, if the child had some sort of scheme on hand,"
Pauline said, she hoped she wasn't--prevaricating; after all, Patience
probably did have some scheme in her head--she usually had.
"I haven't thought much about going away the last day or so," Hilary
said.
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