Fifteen minutes later, she sat up, pushing herself slowly back and forth. "I wish Jane had chosen any other morning to clean the church in, Mother Shaw!" she protested with spirit.
Her mother looked up from her mending. "Why, dear? It is her regular day."
"Couldn't she do it, I wonder, on an irregular day! Anyhow, if she had, I shouldn't have to go to The Maples this afternoon. Must I take a trunk, mother?"
"Hilary! But what has Jane to do with your going?"
"Pretty nearly everything, I reckon. Must I, mother?"
"No, indeed, dear; and you are not to go at all, unless you can do it willingly."
"Oh, I'm fairly resigned; don't press me too hard, Mother Shaw. I think I'll go tell Paul now."
"Well," Pauline said, "I'm glad you've decided to go, Hilary. I—that is, maybe it won't be for very long."