Hilary stroked back the tangled red curls. "Maybe you're right, Patty;
maybe we have been selfish with our good times. I'll have to go now,
dear. You--I may tell mother--that you are sorry--truly, Patty?"
Patience nodded. "But I reckon, it's a good deal on account of
Shirley's turn," she explained.
Hilary bit her lip.
"You don't suppose you could fix that up with mother? You're pretty
good at fixing things up with mother, Hilary."
"Since how long?" Hilary laughed, but when she had closed the door, she
opened it again to stick her head in. "I'll try, Patty, at any rate,"
she promised.
She went down-stairs rather thoughtful. Mrs. Shaw was busy in the
study and Pauline had gone out on an errand. Hilary went up-stairs
again, going to sit by one of the side windows in the "new room."
Over at the church, Sextoness Jane was making ready for the regular
weekly prayer meeting; never a service was held in the church that she
did not set all in order. Through one of the open windows, Hilary
caught sight of the bunch of flowers on the reading-desk. Jane had
brought them with her from home. Presently, the old woman herself came
to the window to shake her dust-cloth, standing there a moment, leaning
a little out, her eyes turned to the parsonage.
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