"
"We'll be only too glad," Pauline said heartily. "This club's growing
fast, isn't it? Have you decided, Hilary?"
Hilary shook her head, "N-not exactly; I've sort of an idea."
CHAPTER VII
HILARY'S TURN
Pauline and Hilary were up in their own room, the "new room," as it had
come to be called, deep in the discussion of certain samples that had
come in that morning's mail.
Uncle Paul's second check was due before long now, and then there were
to be new summer dresses, or rather the goods for them, one apiece all
around.
"Because, of course," Pauline said, turning the pretty scraps over,
"Mother Shaw's got to have one, too. We'll have to get it--on the
side--or she'll declare she doesn't need it, and she does."
"Just the goods won't come to so very much," Hilary said.
"No, indeed, and mother and I can make them."
"We certainly got a lot out of that other check, or rather, you and
mother did," Hilary went on. "And it isn't all gone?"
"Pretty nearly, except the little we decided to lay by each month. But
we did stretch it out in a good many directions. I don't suppose any
of the other twenty-fives will seem quite so big."
"But there won't be such big things to get with them," Hilary said,
"except these muslins.
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