Tom straightened himself, slipping his rule into his pocket. "I don't see what you want it for, though," he said.
"'Yours not to reason why—'" Pauline told him. "We see, and so will
Hilary. Don't you and Josie want to join the new club—the 'S. W. F.
Club'?"
"Society of Willing Females, I suppose?" Tom remarked.
"It sounds like some sort of sewing circle," Josie said.
Pauline sat down in one of the wide window places. "I'm not sure it might not take in both. It is—'The Seeing Winton First Club.'"
Josie looked as though she didn't quite understand, but Tom whistled softly. "What else have you been doing for the past fifteen years, if you please, ma'am?" he asked quizzically.
Pauline laughed. "One ought to know a place rather thoroughly in fifteen years, I suppose; but—I'm hoping we can make it seem at least a little bit new and different this summer—for Hilary. You see, we shan't be able to send her away, and so, I thought, perhaps, if we tried looking at Winton—with new eyes—"
"I see," Josie cried. "I think it's a splendiferous ideal"
"And, I thought, if we formed a sort of club among ourselves and worked together—"
"Listen," Josie interrupted again, "we'll make it a condition of membership, that each one must, in turn, think up something pleasant to do."