Hilary had long since forgotten that she had ever been an invalid, had
indeed, sometimes, to be reminded of that fact. She had quite
discarded the little "company" fiction, except now and then, by way of
a joke. "Who'd want to be company?" she protested. "I'd rather be one
of the family these days."
"That's all very well," Patience retorted, "when you're getting all the
good of being both. You've got the company room." Patience had not
found her summer quite as cloudless as some of her elders; being an
honorary member had not meant _all_ of the fun in her case. She wished
very much that it were possible to grow up in a single night, thus
wiping out forever that drawback of being "a little girl."
Still, on the whole, she managed to get a fair share of the fun going
on and quite agreed with the editor of the _Weekly News_, going so far
as to tell him so when she met him down street. She had a very kindly
feeling in her heart for the pleasant spoken little editor; had he not
given her her full honors every time she had had the joy of being
"among those present"?
There had been three of those checks from Uncle Paul; it was wonderful
how far each had been made to go.
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