our girls at
home, and still achieve the desired end."

Pauline glanced up quickly. How could she have thought him
unheeding--indifferent?

"Somehow, I think it will work out all right," she said. "Anyhow,
we're going to try it, aren't we. Mother Shaw? Patience thinks it the
best idea ever, there'll be no urging needed there."

Pauline went up to bed that night feeling strangely happy. For one
thing the uncertainty was over, and if they set to work to make this
summer full of interest, to break up the monotony and routine that
Hilary found so irksome, the result must be satisfactory. And lastly,
there was the comforting conviction, that whatever displeasure her
father had felt at first, at her taking the law into her own hands in
such unforeseen fashion, had disappeared now; and he was not going to
stay "outside of things," that was sure.

The next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Pauline ran up-stairs
to the spare room. She threw open the shutters of the four windows,
letting in the fresh morning air. The side windows faced west, and
looked out across the pleasant tree-shaded yard to the church; those at
the front faced south, overlooking the broad village street.

In the bright sunlight, the big square room stood forth in all its prim
orderliness. "It is ugly," Pauline decided, shaking her head
disapprovingly, but it had possibilities. No room, with four such
generous windows and--for the fire-board must come out--such a wide
deep fireplace, could be without them.

She turned, as her mother came in, duly attended by Patience. "It is
hideous, isn't it, mother? The paper, I mean--and the carpet isn't
much better. It did very well, I suppose, for the visiting
ministers--probably they're too busy thinking over their sermons to
notice--but for Hilary--"

Mrs. Shaw smiled. "Perhaps you are right, dear. As to the
unattractiveness of the paper--"

"We must repaper--that's sure; plain green, with a little touch of
color in the border, and, oh, Mother Shaw, wouldn't a green and white
matting be lovely?"

"And expensive, Pauline."

"It wouldn't take all the twenty-five, I'm sure. Miranda'll do the
papering, I know. She did the study last year. Mother, couldn't we
have Jane in for the washing and ironing this week, and let Miranda get
right at this room? I'll help with the ironing, too."

"I suppose so, dear. Miranda is rather fussy about letting other
people do her regular work, you kno