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f old. Her wonder was, that the Dayres had been able to put up with her so long, and she said so. "'Hobson's choice,'" Shirley answered, with a little shrug. "She isn't much like our old Therese at home, is she, Harry? But nothing would tempt Therese away from her beloved New York. 'Vairmon! Nevaire have I heard of zat place!' she told Harry, when he interviewed her for us. Senior's gone to Vergennes--on business thoughts intent, or I hope they are. He's under strict orders not to 'discover a single bit' along the way, and to get back as quickly as possible." "You see how beautifully she has us all in training?" Harry said to Pauline. Pauline laughed. Suddenly she looked up from her flowers with sobered face. "I wonder," she said slowly, "if you know what it's meant to us--you're being here this summer, Shirley? Sometimes things do fit in just right after all. It's helped out wonderfully this summer, having you here and the manor open." "Pauline has a fairy-story uncle down in New York," Shirley turned to Harry. "You've heard of him--Mr. Paul Shaw." "Well,--rather! I've met him, once or twice--he didn't strike me as much of a believer in fairy tales." "He's made us believe in them," Pauline answered. "I think Senior might have provided me with such a delightful sort of uncle," Shirley observed. "I told him so, but he says, while he's awfully sorry I didn't mention it before, he's afraid it's too late now." "Uncle Paul sent us Bedelia," Pauline told the rather perplexed-looking Harry, "and the row-boat and the camera and--oh, other things." "Because he wanted them to have a nice, jolly summer," Shirley explained. "Pauline's sister had been sick and needed brightening up." "You don't think he's looking around for a nephew to adopt, do you?" Harry inquired. "A well-intentioned, intelligent young man--with no end of talent." "For making salads," Shirley added with a sly smile. "Oh, well, you know," Harry remarked casually, "these are what Senior calls my 'salad days.'" Whereupon Shirley rose without a word, carrying off her vases of flowers. The party at the manor was, like all the club affairs, a decided success. Never had the old place looked so gay and animated, since those far-off days of its early glory. The young people coming and going--the girls in their light dresses and bright ribbons made a pleasant place of the lawn, with its background of shining water. The
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