"
From around the corner of the house at that moment peeped a small
freckled face, the owner of which was decidedly very desirous of
joining that trip. Only a deep sense of personal injury kept Patience
from coming forward,--she wasn't going where she wasn't wanted--but
some day--they'd see!
Shirley clapped her hands delightedly. "How perfectly jolly! Oh, I am
glad you asked me to join the club."
"I'll go tell Hilary!" Pauline said. "Tom, however--"
"I beg your pardon, Miss?"
Pauline laughed and turned away.
"Oh, I say, Paul," Tom dropped his mask of pretended dignity, "let the
Imp come with us--this time."
Pauline looked doubtful. She, as well as Tom, had caught sight of that
small flushed face, on which longing and indignation had been so
plainly written. "I'm not sure that mother will--" she began, "But
I'll see."
"Tell her--just this first time," Tom urged, and Shirley added, "She
would love it so."
"Mother says," Pauline reported presently, "that Patience may go _this_
time--only we'll have to wait while she gets ready."
From an upper window came an eager voice. "I'm most ready now!"
"She'll never forget it--as long as she lives," Shirley said, "and if
she hadn't gone she would never've forgotten _that_.
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