"
"To rest after your journey, you know," Patience prompted. Patience
believed in playing one's part down to the minutest detail.
"Thank you," Hilary answered, with quite the proper note of formality
in her voice, "if you don't mind; though I did not find the trip as
fatiguing as I had expected."
But from the door, she turned back to give her mother a second and most
uncompany-like hug. "It is good to be home, Mother Shaw! And please,
you don't want to pack me off again anywhere right away--at least, all
by myself?"
"Not right away," her mother answered, kissing her.
"I guess you will think it is good to be home, when you
know--everything," Patience announced, accompanying her sisters
up-stairs, but on the outside of the banisters.
"Patty!" Pauline protested laughingly--"Was there ever such a child for
letting things out!"
"I haven't!" the child exclaimed, "only now--it can't make any
difference."
"There is mystery in the very air!" Hilary insisted. "Oh, what have
you all been up to?"
"You're not to go in there!" Patience cried, as Hilary stopped before
the door of her own and Pauline's room.
"Of course you're not," Pauline told her. "It strikes me, for
company--you're making yourself very much at home! Walking into
peoples' rooms.
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