"I suppose
I'd better be going. I wish I had someone to talk to, after I'd gone
to bed." And a deep sigh escaped her.
Pauline kissed the wistful little face. "Never mind, old girl, you
know you'd never stay awake long enough to talk to anyone."
She and Hilary stayed awake talking, however, until Pauline's prudence
got the better of her joy in having her sister back in more senses than
one. It was so long since they had had such a delightful bedtime talk.
"Seeing Winton First Club," Hilary said musingly. "Paul, you're ever
so clever. Shirley insisted those letters stood for 'Suppression of
Woman's Foibles Club'; and Mr. Dayre suggested they meant, 'Sweet Wild
Flowers.'"
"You've simply got to go to sleep now, Hilary, else mother'll come and
take me away."
Hilary sighed blissfully. "I'll never say again--that nothing ever
happens to us."
Tom and Josie came to supper the next night. Shirley was there, too,
she had stopped in on her way to the post-office with her father that
afternoon, to ask how Hilary was, and been captured and kept to supper
and the first club meeting that followed.
Hilary had been sure she would like to join, and Shirley's prompt and
delighted acceptance of their invitation proved her right.
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