And her father was content, too, else how could she have been so? It
was doing him no end of good. Painting a little, sketching a little,
reading and idling a good deal, and through it all, immensely amused at
the enthusiasm with which his daughter threw herself into the village
life. "I shall begin to think soon, that you were born and raised in
Winton," he had said to her that very morning, as she came in fresh
from a conference with Betsy Todd. Betsy might be spending her summer
in a rather out-of-the-way spot, and her rheumatism might prevent her
from getting into town--as she expressed it--but very little went on
that Betsy did not hear of, and she was not one to keep her news to
herself.
"So shall I," Shirley had laughed back. She wondered now, if Pauline
or Hilary would enjoy a studio winter, as much as she was reveling in
her Winton summer? She decided that probably they would.
Cherry time _was_ merry time that afternoon. Of course. Bob fell out
of one of the trees, but Bob was so used to tumbling, and the others
were so used to having him tumble, that no one paid much attention to
it; and equally, of course, Patience tore her dress and had to be taken
in hand by Mrs.
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