"The company side of the table--sure
enough," she laughed.
"It isn't proper to say things to yourself sort of low down in your
voice," Patience reproved her, then at a warning glance from her mother
subsided into silence as the minister took his place.
For to-night, at least, Miranda had amply fulfilled Patience's hopes,
as to company suppers. And she, too, played her part in the new game,
calling Hilary "Miss," and never by any chance intimating that she had
seen her before.
"Did you go over to the manor to see Shirley?" Patience asked.
Hilary shook her head. "I promised her Pauline and I would be over
soon. We may have Fanny some afternoon, mayn't we, father?"
Patience's blue eyes danced. "They can't have Fanny, can they,
father?" she nodded at him knowingly.
Hilary eyed her questioningly. "What is the matter, Patience?"
"Nothing is the matter with her," Pauline said hurriedly. "Don't pay
any attention to her."
"Only, if you would hurry," Patience implored. "I--I can't wait much
longer!"
"Wait!" Hilary asked. "For what?"
Patience pushed back her chair. "For--Well, if you just knew what for,
Hilary Shaw, you'd do some pretty tall hustling!"
"Patience!" her father said reprovingly.
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