From the parsonage, they went first to the doctor's. Josie was waiting
for them at the gate, and as they drew up before it, with horn blowing,
and horses almost prancing--the proprietor of the hotel had given them
his best horses, in honor of the Folly--she stared from her brother to
the stage, with its white placard, with much the same look of wonder in
her eyes as Pauline and Hilary had shown.
"Miss Brice?" Tom was consulting his list again.
"So that's what you've been concocting, Tom Brice!" Josie answered.
Tom's face was as sober as his manner. "I am afraid we are a little
behind scheduled time, being unavoidably delayed."
"He means they had to wait for me to get ready," Patience explained.
"You didn't expect to see me along, did you, Josie?" And she smiled
blandly.
"I don't know what I did expect--certainly, not this." Josie took her
place in the stage, not altogether sure whether the etiquette of the
occasion allowed of her recognizing its other inmates, or not.
But Pauline nodded politely. "Good afternoon. Lovely day, isn't it?"
she remarked, while Shirley asked, if she had ever made this trip
before.
"Not in this way," Josie answered.
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