"But," he expostulated, "what's a fellow to think up--in a hole like
this?"
"Winton isn't a hole!" his sister protested. It was one of the chief
occupations of Josie's life at present, to contradict all such
heretical utterances on Tom's part. He was to go away that fall to
commence his studies for the medical profession, for it was Dr. Brice's
great desire that, later, his son should assist him in his practice.
But, so far, Tom though wanting to follow his father's profession, was
firm in his determination, not to follow it in Winton.
"And remember," Pauline said, as the three went down-stairs together,
"that it's the first step that counts--and to think up something very
delightful, Tom."
"It mustn't be a picnic, I suppose? Hilary won't be up to picnics yet
awhile."
"N-no, and we want to begin soon. She'll be back Friday, I think,"
Pauline answered.
By Wednesday night the spare room was ready for the expected guest.
"It's as if someone had waved a fairy wand over it, isn't it?" Patience
said delightedly. "Hilary'll be so surprised."
"I think she will and--pleased." Pauline gave one of the cushions in
the cozy corner a straightening touch, and drew the window
shades--Miranda had taken them down and turned them--a little lower.
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