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auline rejoiced. That first check had really gone a long ways. After buying the matting and paper, there had been quite a fair sum left; enough to pay for two magazine subscriptions, one a review that Mr. Shaw had long wanted to take, another, one of the best of the current monthlies; and to lay in quite a store of new ribbons and pretty turnovers, and several yards of silkaline to make cushion covers for the side porch, for Pauline, taking hint from Hilary's out-door parlor at the farm, had been quick to make the most of their own deep, vine-shaded side porch at the parsonage. The front piazza belonged in a measure to the general public, there were too many people coming and going to make it private enough for a family gathering place. But the side porch was different, broad and square, only two or three steps from the ground; it was their favorite gathering place all through the long, hot summers. With a strip of carpet for the floor, a small table resurrected from the garret, a bench and three wicker rockers, freshly painted green, and Hilary's hammock, rich in pillows, Pauline felt that their porch was one to be proud of. To Patience had been entrusted the care of keeping the old blue and white Canton bowl filled with fresh flowers, and there were generally books and papers on the table. And they might have done it all before, Pauline thought now, if they had stopped to think. "Have you decided?" Hilary asked her, glancing at the sober face bent over the samples. "I believe I'd forgotten all about them; I think I'll choose this--" Pauline held up a sample of blue and white striped dimity. "That _is_ pretty." "You can have it, if you like." "Oh, no, I'll have the pink." "And the lavender dot, for Mother Shaw?" "Yes," Hilary agreed. "Patience had better have straight white, it'll be in the wash so often." "Why not let her choose for herself, Paul?" Hilary suggested. "Hilary! Oh, Hilary Shaw!" Patience called excitedly, at that moment from downstairs. "Up here!" Hilary called back, and Patience came hurrying up, stumbling more than once in her eagerness. The next moment, she pushed wide the door of the "new room." "See what's come! It's addressed to you, Hilary--it came by express--Jed brought it up from the depot!" Jed was the village expressman. She deposited her burden on the table beside Hilary. It was a good-sized, square box, and with all that delightful air of myster
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