She wouldn't have got to be
Sextoness Jane anywhere else, probably."
Tom glanced at her quickly. "Is there a
hidden meaning--subject to be carefully avoided?"
Hilary laughed. "As you like."
"So you and Paul are off on your travels, too?"
"Yes, though I can hardly believe it yet."
"And just as glad to go as any of us."
"Oh, but we're coming back--after we've
been taught all manner of necessary things."
"Edna'll be the only one of you girls left
behind; it's rough on her."
"It certainly is; we'll all have to write her
heaps of letters."
"Much time there'll be for letter-writing,
outside of the home ones," Tom said.
"Speaking of time," Josie turned towards
them, "we're going to be busier than any bee
ever dreamed of being, before or since Dr. Watts."
They certainly were busy days that
followed. So many of the young folks were
going off that fall that a good many of the
meetings of "The S. W. F. Club" resolved
themselves into sewing-bees, for the girl members only.
"If we'd known how jolly they were, we'd
have tried them before," Bell declared one
morning, dropping down on the rug Pauline
had spread under the trees at one end of the
parsonage lawn.
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