"No—and it must be done to-night. Mother, what are you smiling over?"
"I thought it would be that way, dear."
"Miranda's coming," Patience called. "She'd just taken her back hair down, and she's waiting to twist it up again. She's got awful funny back hair."
"Patience! Patience!" her mother said reprovingly.
"I mean, there's such a little—"
"Go up-stairs and get yourself ready for bed at once."
Miranda was waiting in the spare room. "You ain't took sick, Hilary?"
Hilary shook her head. "Please, Miranda, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, will you bring Pauline's bed in here?"
"I guessed as much," Miranda said, moving Hilary's bed to one side.
"Hilary—wouldn't you truly rather have a room to yourself—for a change?" Pauline asked.