e tall, rather silent man,
who had a fashion of suggesting the most
delightful things to do in the most matter-of-fact manner.

There were one or two trips decidedly
outside that ten-mile limit, including an all day
sail up the lake, stopping for the night at a
hotel on the New York shore and returning
by the next day's boat. There was a visit to
Vergennes, which took in a round of the shops,
a concert, and another night away from home.

"Was there ever such a week!" Hilary
sighed blissfully one morning, as she and her
uncle waited on the porch for Bedelia and
the trap. Hilary was to drive him over to
The Maples for dinner.

"Or such a summer altogether," Pauline
added, from just inside the study window.

"Then Winton has possibilities?" Mr. Shaw asked.

"I should think it has; we ought to be
eternally grateful to you for making us find
them out," Pauline declared.

Mr. Shaw smiled, more as if to himself. "I
daresay they're not all exhausted yet."

"Perhaps," Hilary said slowly, "some
places are like some people, the longer and
better you know them, the more you keep
finding out in them to like."

"Father says," Pauline suggested, "that one
finds, as a rule, what one is looking for."

"Here we are," her uncle exclaimed, as
Patience appeared, driving Bedelia. "Do you
know," he said, as he and Hilary turned out
into the wide village street, "I haven't seen the
schoolhouse yet?"

"We can go around that way. It isn't
much of a building," Hilary answered.

"I suppose it serves its purpose."

"It is said to be a very good school for the
size of the place." Hilary turned Bedelia
up the little by-road, leading to the old
weather-beaten schoolhouse, standing back
from the road in an open space of bare ground.

"You and Pauline are through here?" her uncle asked.

"Paul is. I would've been this June, if I
hadn't broken down last winter."

"You will be able to go on this fall?"

"Yes, indeed. Dr. Brice said so the other
day. He says, if all his patients got on so
well, by not following his advice, he'd have
to shut up shop, but that, fortunately for
him, they haven't all got a wise uncle down in
New York, to offer counter-advice."

"Each in his turn," Mr. Shaw remarked,
adding, "and Pauline considers herself through school?"

"I--I suppose so. I know she would like
to go on--but we've no higher school here and--She
read last winter, quite a little, with
father. Pauline's ever so cle