"Yes," Hilary agreed.
"Patience had better have straight white, it'll be in the wash so often."
"Why not let her choose for herself, Paul?" Hilary suggested.
"Hilary! Oh, Hilary Shaw!" Patience called excitedly, at that moment from downstairs.
"Up here!" Hilary called back, and Patience came hurrying up, stumbling more than once in her eagerness. The next moment, she pushed wide the door of the "new room." "See what's come! It's addressed to you, Hilary—it came by express—Jed brought it up from the depot!" Jed was the village expressman.
She deposited her burden on the table beside Hilary. It was a good-sized, square box, and with all that delightful air of mystery about it that such packages usually have.
"What do you suppose it is, Paul?" Hilary cried. "Why, I've never had anything come unexpectedly, like this, before."
"A whole lot of things are happening to us that never've happened before," Patience said. "See, it's from Uncle Paul!" she pointed to the address at the upper left-hand corner of the package. "Oh, Hilary, let me open it, please, I'll go get the tack hammer."
"Tell mother to come," Hilary said.
"Maybe it's books, Paul!" she added, as Patience scampered off.