"
"And you don't know yet, what we are to do this afternoon?"
"Only, that it's to be a drive and, afterwards, supper at the Brices'.
That's all Josie, herself, knows about it. Tom had to take her and
Mrs. Brice into so much of his confidence."
Through the drowsy stillness of the summer afternoon, came the notes of
a horn, sounding nearer and nearer. A moment later, a stage drawn by
two of the hotel horses turned in at the parsonage drive at a fine
speed, drawing up before the steps where Pauline and Shirley were
sitting, with considerable nourish. Beside the driver sat Tom, in long
linen duster, the megaphone belonging to the school team in one hand.
Along each side of the stage was a length of white cloth, on which was
lettered--
SEEING WINTON STAGE
As the stage stopped, Tom sprang down, a most businesslike air on his
boyish face.
"This is the Shaw residence, I believe?" he asked, consulting a piece
of paper.
"I--I reckon so," Pauline answered, too taken aback to know quite what
she was saying.
"All right!" Tom said. "I understand--"
"Then it's a good deal more than I do," Pauline cut in.
"That there are several young people here desirous of joining our
little sight-seeing trip this afternoon.
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