It was only a few days now to
Shirley's turn and it was going to be such a nice turn. Patience felt
that for once Patience Shaw had certainly acted most unwisely.
"Patty, how could you!" Hilary put the tray on the table and sitting
down on the bed, took the tumbled head on her knee. "We've been so
worried! You see, Bedelia isn't like Fanny!"
"That's why I wanted to get a chance to drive her by myself for once!
She went beautifully! out on the Lake road I just let her loose!" For
the moment, pride in her recent performance routed all contrition from
Patience's voice--"I tell you, folks I passed just stared!"
"Patience, how--"
"I wasn't scared the least bit; and, of course, Bedelia knew it. Uncle
Jerry says they always know when you're scared, and if Mr. Allen is the
most up in history of any man in Vermont, Uncle Jerry is the most in
horses."
Hilary felt that the conversation was hardly proceeding upon the lines
her mother would have approved of, especially under present
circumstances. "That has nothing to do with it, you know, Patience,"
she said, striving to be properly severe.
"I think it has--everything. I think it's nice not being scared of
things.
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