And in the diversion this caused, Sextoness Jane was forgotten.
"Here comes Mr. Boyd, Hilary!" Pauline called from the foot of the
stairs.
Hilary finished tying the knot of cherry ribbon at her throat, then
snatching up her big sun-hat from the bed, she ran down-stairs.
Before the side door, stood the big wagon, in which Mr. Boyd had driven
over from the farm, its bottom well filled with fresh straw. For
Hilary's outing was to be a cherry picnic at The Maples, with supper
under the trees, and a drive home later by moonlight.
Shirley had brought over the badges a day or two before; the blue
ribbon, with its gilt lettering, gave an added touch to the girls'
white dresses and cherry ribbons.
Mr. Dayre had been duly made an honorary member. He and Shirley were
to meet the rest of the party at the farm. As for Patience H. M., as
Tom called her, she had been walking very softly the past few days.
There had been no long rambles without permission, no making calls on
her own account. There _had_ been a private interview between herself
and Mr. Boyd, whom she had met, not altogether by chance, down street
the day before.
The result was that, at the present moment, Patience--white-frocked,
blue-badged, cherry-ribboned--was sitting demurely in one corner of the
big wagon.
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