It isn't
much of a building," Hilary answered.
"I suppose it serves its purpose."
"It is said to be a very good school for the
size of the place." Hilary turned Bedelia
up the little by-road, leading to the old
weather-beaten schoolhouse, standing back
from the road in an open space of bare ground.
"You and Pauline are through here?" her uncle asked.
"Paul is. I would've been this June, if I
hadn't broken down last winter."
"You will be able to go on this fall?"
"Yes, indeed. Dr. Brice said so the other
day. He says, if all his patients got on so
well, by not following his advice, he'd have
to shut up shop, but that, fortunately for
him, they haven't all got a wise uncle down in
New York, to offer counter-advice."
"Each in his turn," Mr. Shaw remarked,
adding, "and Pauline considers herself through school?"
"I--I suppose so. I know she would like
to go on--but we've no higher school here and--She
read last winter, quite a little, with
father. Pauline's ever so clever."
"Supposing you both had an opportunity--for
it must be both, or neither, I judge--and
the powers that be consented--how about
going away to school this winter?"
Hilary dropped the reins.
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