"But, oh, I do wonder if Hilary has--" Patience went back to the side
porch. Hilary was there talking to Bedelia. "You--you have fixed it
up?" the child inquired anxiously.
Hilary looked gravely unconscious. "Fixed it up?" she repeated.
"About this afternoon--with mother?"
"Oh, yes! Mother's going; so is father."
Patience repressed a sudden desire to stamp her foot, and Hilary,
seeing the real doubt and longing in her face, relented. "Mother wants
to see you, Patty. I rather think there are to be conditions."
Patience darted off. From the doorway, she looked back--"I just knew
you wouldn't go back on me, Hilary! I'll love you forever'n' ever."
Pauline came out a moment later, drawing on her driving gloves. "I
feel like a story-book girl, going driving this time in the morning, in
a trap like this. I wish you were coming, too, Hilary."
"Oh, I'm like the delicate story-book girl, who has to rest, so as to
be ready for the dissipations that are to come later. I look the part,
don't I?"
Pauline looked down into the laughing, sun-browned face. "If Uncle
Paul were to see you now, he might find it hard to believe I
hadn't--exaggerated that time.
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