Presently, from under the eaves, she drew forward a little
old-fashioned sewing-chair, discarded on the giving out of its cane
seat. "But I could tack a piece of burlap on and cover it with a
cushion," Pauline decided, and bore it down in triumph to the new room,
where Tom Brice was already making his measurements for the cozy corner.
Josie was on the floor, measuring for the cover. "Isn't it fun, Paul?
Tom says it won't take long to do his part."
Tom straightened himself, slipping his rule into his pocket. "I don't
see what you want it for, though," he said.
"'Yours not to reason why--'" Pauline told him. "We see, and so will
Hilary. Don't you and Josie want to join the new club--the 'S. W. F.
Club'?"
"Society of Willing Females, I suppose?" Tom remarked.
"It sounds like some sort of sewing circle," Josie said.
Pauline sat down in one of the wide window places. "I'm not sure it
might not take in both. It is--'The Seeing Winton First Club.'"
Josie looked as though she didn't quite understand, but Tom whistled
softly. "What else have you been doing for the past fifteen years, if
you please, ma'am?" he asked quizzically.
Pauline laughed. "One ought to know a place rather thoroughly in
fifteen years, I suppose; but--I'm hoping we can make it seem at least
a little bit new and different this summer--for Hilary.
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