"Oh, Margaret, how sweet you are to me! Why? Is it because you really do miss me when I go away?"
"Why are you smiling so wisely? Have you put something under my pillow?" Pauline began to search.
"There's nothing under your pillow except all the thoughts I have to-night for you."
Once more Margaret leaned over and kissed her, and Pauline faded into sleep upon the happiness of being at home again.
Next day after lunch her mother and sisters went to pay a long-postponed call upon a new family in the neighborhood, because Margaret insisted they must take advantage of this glorious weather which would surely not last very long.
Pauline spent the early afternoon with the Rector and Birdwood, writing labels while they sowed a lot of new sweet-peas which had been sent to the Rector for an opinion upon their merits. The clock was striking four when Guy strolled into the garden. Somehow Pauline's labels were not so carefully written after his arrival, and at last the Rector advised her to take Hazlewood and show him Anemone blanda. They left the big wall-garden and went across the lawn in front of the house to the second wall-garden, where most of the Rector's favorites grew as it pleased them best.
"Oh, they've all gone to bed," said Pauline.
Guy knelt down and opened the petals of one.
"They're exactly the color of your eyes," he said, looking up at her.