It was something deeper and better than
fun. She understood now why they had done this--why Pauline had said
that--about her not going away; there was a sudden lump in the girl's
throat--she was glad, so glad, she had said that downstairs----about
not wanting to go away.
And when her mother and Patience had gone down-stairs again and Pauline
had begun to unpack the valise, as she had unpacked it a week ago at
The Maples, Hilary sat in the low chair by one of the west windows, her
hands folded in her lap, looking about this new room of hers.
"There," Pauline said presently, "I believe that's all now--you'd
better lie down, Hilary--I'm afraid you're tired."
"No, I'm not; at any rate, not very. I'll lie down if you like, only I
know I shan't be able to sleep."
Pauline lowered the pillow and threw a light cover over her. "There's
something in the top drawer of the dresser," she said, "but you're not
to look at it until you've lain down at least half an hour."
"I feel as if I were in an enchanted palace,", Hilary said, "with so
many delightful surprises being sprung on me all the while." After
Pauline had gone, she lay watching the slight swaying of the wild roses
in the tall jar on the hearth.
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