You're sort of timid 'bout things, aren't you, Hilary?"
Hilary made a movement to rise.
"Oh, please," Patience begged. "It's going to be such a dreadful long
afternoon--all alone."
"But I can't stay, mother would not want--"
"Just for a minute. I--I want to tell you something. I--coming back,
I met Jane, and I gave her a lift home--and she did love it so--she
says she's never ridden before behind a horse that really went as if it
enjoyed it as much as she did. That was some good out of being bad,
wasn't it? And--I told you--ever'n' ever so long ago, that I was
mighty sure Jane'd just be tickled to death to belong to our club. I
think you might ask her--I don't see why she shouldn't like Seeing
Winton, same's we do--she doesn't ever have fun--and she'll be dead
pretty soon. She's getting along, Jane is--it'd make me mad's anything
to have to die 'fore I'd had any fun to speak of. Jane's really very
good company--when you draw her out--she just needs drawing out--Jane
does. Seems to me, she remembers every funeral and wedding and
everything--that's ever taken place in Winton." Patience stopped,
sheer out of breath, but there was an oddly serious look on her little
eager face.
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