Patience's blue eyes danced. "They can't have Fanny, can they, father?" she nodded at him knowingly.
Hilary eyed her questioningly. "What is the matter, Patience?"
"Nothing is the matter with her," Pauline said hurriedly. "Don't pay any attention to her."
"Only, if you would hurry," Patience implored. "I—I can't wait much longer!"
"Wait!" Hilary asked. "For what?"
Patience pushed back her chair. "For—Well, if you just knew what for,
Hilary Shaw, you'd do some pretty tall hustling!"
"Patience!" her father said reprovingly.
"May I be excused, mother?" Patience asked. "I'll wait out on the porch."
And Mrs. Shaw replied most willingly that she might.
"Is there anything more—to see, I mean, not to eat?" Hilary asked. "I don't see how there can be."