" She looked past
Patience to the old church beyond, around which her life had centered
itself for so many years. "There weren't ever such doings at the
parsonage--nor anywhere else, what I knowed of--when I was a girl.
Why, that Bedelia horse! Seems like she give an air to the whole
place--so pretty and high-stepping--it's most's good's a circus--not
that I've ever been to a circus, but I've hear tell on them--just to
see her go prancing by."
"I think," Patience said that evening, as they were all sitting on the
porch in the twilight, "I think that Jane would like awfully to belong
to our club."
"Have you started a club, too?" Pauline teased.
Patience tossed her red head. "'The S. W. F. Club,' I mean; and you
know it, Paul Shaw. When I get to be fifteen, I shan't act half so
silly as some folks."
"What ever put that idea in your head?" Hilary asked. It was one of
Hilary's chief missions in life to act as intermediary between her
younger and older sister.
"Oh, I just gathered it, from what she said. Towser and I met her this
afternoon, on our way home from the manor."
"From where, Patience?" her mother asked quickly, with that faculty for
taking hold of the wrong end of a remark, that Patience had had
occasion to deplore more than once.
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