To Patience had been entrusted the care of
keeping the old blue and white Canton bowl filled with fresh flowers,
and there were generally books and papers on the table. And they might
have done it all before, Pauline thought now, if they had stopped to
think.
"Have you decided?" Hilary asked her, glancing at the sober face bent
over the samples.
"I believe I'd forgotten all about them; I think I'll choose this--"
Pauline held up a sample of blue and white striped dimity.
"That _is_ pretty."
"You can have it, if you like."
"Oh, no, I'll have the pink."
"And the lavender dot, for Mother Shaw?"
"Yes," Hilary agreed.
"Patience had better have straight white, it'll be in the wash so
often."
"Why not let her choose for herself, Paul?" Hilary suggested.
"Hilary! Oh, Hilary Shaw!" Patience called excitedly, at that moment
from downstairs.
"Up here!" Hilary called back, and Patience came hurrying up, stumbling
more than once in her eagerness. The next moment, she pushed wide the
door of the "new room." "See what's come! It's addressed to you,
Hilary--it came by express--Jed brought it up from the depot!" Jed was
the village expressman.
She deposited her burden on the table beside Hilary.
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