VI PERSONALLY CONDUCTED
VII HILARY'S TURN
VIII SNAP-SHOTS
IX AT THE MANOR
X THE END OF SUMMER




CHAPTER I

PAULINE'S FLAG

Pauline dropped the napkin she was hemming and, leaning back in her
chair, stared soberly down into the rain-swept garden.

Overhead, Patience was having a "clarin' up scrape" in her particular
corner of the big garret, to the tune of "There's a Good Time Coming."

Pauline drew a quick breath; probably, there was a good time
coming--any number of them--only they were not coming her way; they
would go right by on the main road, they always did.

"'There's a good time coming,'" Patience insisted shrilly, "'Help it
on! Help it on!'"

Pauline drew another quick breath. She would help them on! If they
would none of them stop on their own account, they must be flagged.
And--yes, she would do it--right now.