"
"Well, it's your fault--and his, or was, in the beginning. You've a
fine basket of flowers to take; Patience has done herself proud this
morning."
"It's wonderful how well that young lady can behave--at times."
"Oh, she's young yet! When I hear mother tell how like her you used to
be, I don't feel too discouraged about Patty."
"That strikes me as rather a double-edged sort of speech," Pauline
gathered up the reins. "Good-by, and don't get too tired."
Shirley's turn was to be a combination studio tea and lawn-party, to
which all club members, both regular and honorary, not to mention their
relatives and friends, had been bidden. Following this, was to be a
high tea for the regular members.
"That's Senior's share," Shirley had explained to Pauline. "He insists
that it's up to him to do something."
Mr. Dayre was on very good terms with the "S. W. F. Club." As for
Shirley, after the first, no one had ever thought of her as an outsider.
It was hard now, Pauline thought, as she drove briskly along, the lake
breeze in her face, and the sound of Bedelia's quick trotting forming a
pleasant accompaniment to her, thoughts, very hard, to realize how soon
the summer would be over.
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