Never in
all Jane's many summers, had she known one
like this summer of theirs; and for them--the
wonder was by no means over--the years
ahead were bright with untold possibilities.
Hilary sighed for very happiness, wondering
if she were the same girl who had rocked
listlessly in the hammock that June morning,
protesting that she didn't care for "half-way" things.
"Tired?" Pauline asked.
"I was thinking," her sister answered.
"Well, the tow's gone." Jane got up to go.
"I'm ever so glad we came, thank you so
much, Jane," Pauline said heartily.
"I wonder what'll have happened by the
time we all see our next tow go down," Josie
said, as they started towards home.
"We may see a good many more than one
before the general exodus," her brother answered.
"But we won't have time to come watch for
them. Oh, Paul, just think, only a little
while now--"
Tom slipped into step with Hilary, a little
behind the others. "I never supposed the old
soul had it in her," he said, glancing to where
Jane trudged heavily on ahead. "Still, I
suppose she was young--once; though I've never
thought of her being so before."
"Yes," Hilary said. "I wonder,--maybe,
she's been better off, after all, right, here at
home.
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