"Hmn," she said, when Pauline broached the subject of the spare room, "what put that notion in your head, I"d like to know! That paper ain"t got a tear in it!"
So Pauline went further, telling her something of Uncle Paul"s letter and how they hoped to carry his suggestion out.
Miranda stood still, her hands in the dish water--"That"s your pa"s own brother, ain"t it?"
Pauline nodded. "And Miranda--"
"I reckon he ain"t much like the minister. Well, me an" Sarah Jane ain"t the least bit alike--if we are sisters. I guess I can manage "bout the papering. But it does go "gainst me, having that s.e.xton woman in. Still, I reckon you can"t be content, "till we get started.
Looking for the old gentleman up, later, be you?"
"For whom?" Pauline asked.
"Your pa"s brother. The minister"s getting on, and the other one"s considerable older, I understand."
"I don"t think he will be up," Pauline answered; she hadn"t thought of that before. Suppose he should come! She wondered what he would be like.
Half way down the street, Pauline was overtaken by her younger sister.
"Are you going to get the new things now, Paul?" she asked eagerly.
"Of course not, just get some samples."
"There"s always such a lot of getting ready first," Patience sighed.
"Paul, mother says I may go with you to-morrow afternoon."
"All right," Pauline agreed. "Only, you"ve got to promise not to "hi yi" at f.a.n.n.y all the way."
"I won"t--all the way."
"And--Impatience?"
"Yes?"
"You needn"t say what we want the new paper for, or anything about what we are planning to do--in the store I mean."
"Mr. Ward would be mighty interested."
"I dare say."
"Miranda says you"re beginning to put on considerable airs, since you"ve been turning your hair up, Paul Shaw. When I put my hair up, I"m going on being just as nice and friendly with folks, as before, you"ll see."
Pauline laughed, which was not at all to Patience"s liking. "All the same, mind what I say," she warned.
"Can I help choose?" Patience asked, as they reached the store.
"If you like." Pauline went through to the little annex devoted to wall papers and carpetings. It was rather musty and dull in there, Patience thought; she would have liked to make a slow round of the whole store, exchanging greetings and various confidences with the other occupants. The store was a busy place on Sat.u.r.day morning, and Patience knew every man, woman and child in Winton.
They had got their samples and Pauline was lingering before a new line of summer dressgoods just received, when the young fellow in charge of the post-office and telegraph station called to her: "I say, Miss Shaw, here"s a message just come for you."
"For me--" Pauline took it wonderingly. Her hands were trembling, she had never received a telegram before--Was Hilary? Then she laughed at herself. To have sent a message, Mr. Boyd would have first been obliged to come in to Winton.
Out on the sidewalk, she tore open the envelope, not heeding Patience"s curious demands. It was from her uncle, and read--
"Have some one meet the afternoon train Sat.u.r.day, am sending you an aid towards your summer"s outings."
"Oh," Pauline said, "do hurry, Patience. I want to get home as fast as I can."
CHAPTER IV
BEGINNINGS
Sunday afternoon, Pauline and Patience drove over to The Maples to see Hilary. They stopped, as they went by, at the postoffice for Pauline to mail a letter to her uncle, which was something in the nature of a very enthusiastic postscript to the one she had written him Friday night, acknowledging and thanking him for his cheque, and telling him of the plans already under discussion.
"And now," Patience said, as they turned out of the wide main street, "we"re really off. I reckon Hilary"ll be looking for us, don"t you?"
"I presume she will," Pauline answered.
"Maybe she"ll want to come back with us."
"Oh, I don"t believe so. She knows mother wants her to stay the week out. Listen, Patty--"
Patience sat up and took notice. When people Pattied her, it generally meant they had a favor to ask, or something of the sort.
"Remember, you"re to be very careful not to let Hilary suspect--anything."
"About the room and--?"
"I mean--everything."
"Won"t she like it--all, when she does know?"
"Well, rather!"
Patience wriggled excitedly. "It"s like having a fairy G.o.dmother, isn"t it? And three wishes? If you"d had three wishes, Paul, wouldn"t you"ve chosen--"
"You"d better begin quieting down, Patience, or Hilary can"t help suspecting something."
Patience drew a long breath. "If she knew--she wouldn"t stay a single day longer, would she?"
"That"s one reason why she mustn"t know."
"When will you tell her; or is mother going to?"
"I don"t know yet. See here, Patience, you may drive--if you won"t hi yi."
"Please, Paul, let me, when we get to the avenue. It"s stupid coming to a place, like f.a.n.n.y"d gone to sleep."