and I never did see such a mane of hair--and it ain't always too tidy,
neither--but she has got nice eyes and a nice friendly way of talking.
Looks to me, like she hasn't been brought up by a woman."

"She sounds--interesting," Pauline said, and when Mrs. Boyd had left
them, to make a few changes in her supper arrangements, Pauline turned
eagerly to Hilary. "You're in luck, Hilary Shaw! The newest kind of
new people; even if it isn't a new place!"

"How do you know they'll, or rather, she'll, want to know me?" Hilary
asked, with one of those sudden changes of mood an invalid often shows,
"or I her? We haven't seen her yet. Paul, do you suppose Mrs. Boyd
would mind letting me have supper in here?"

"Oh, Hilary, she's laid the table in the living-room! I heard her
doing it. She'd be ever so disappointed."

"Well," Hilary said, "come on then."

Out in the living-room, they found Mr. Boyd waiting for them, and so
heartily glad to see them, that Hilary's momentary impatience vanished.
To Pauline's delight, she really brought quite an appetite to her
supper.

"You should've come out here long ago, Hilary," Mr. Boyd told her, and
he insisted on her having a second helping of the creamed toast,
prepared especially in her honor.

Before supper was over. Captain's deep-toned bark proclaimed a
newcomer, or newcomers, seeing that it was answered immediately by a