"Have you and Paul chosen all white?"
"N-no."
"Then I shan't!" She looked up quickly, her blue eyes very persuasive.
"I don't very often have a brand new, just-out-of-the-store dress, do
I?"
Pauline laughed. "Only don't let it be the green then. Good, here's
mother, at last!"
"Mummy, is blue or green better?" Patience demanded.
Mrs. Shaw examined and duly admired the camera, and decided in favor of
a blue dot; then she said, "Mrs. Boyd is down-stairs, Hilary."
"How nice!" Hilary jumped up. "I want to see her most particularly."
"Bless me, child!" Mrs. Boyd exclaimed, as Hilary came into the
sitting-room, "how you are getting on! Why, you don't look like the
same girl of three weeks back."
Hilary sat down beside her on the sofa. "I've got a most tremendous
favor to ask, Mrs. Boyd."
"I'm glad to hear that! I hear you young folks are having fine times
lately. Shirley was telling me about the club the other night."
"It's about the club--and it's in two parts; first, won't you and Mr.
Boyd be honorary members?--That means you can come to the good times if
you like, you know.--And the other is--you see, it's my turn next--"
And when Pauline came down, she found the two deep in consultation.
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