I proposed it. 'Ain't the dining-room to your liking, miss?'" she
asked.

"Betsy Todd's a queer old thing," Pauline commented. "Father has the
worst time, getting her to come to church."

"We were there last Sunday," Shirley said. "I'm afraid we were rather
late; it's a pretty old church, isn't it? I suppose you live in that
square white house next to it?"

"Yes," Pauline answered. "Father came to Winton just after he was
married, so we girls have never lived anywhere else nor been anywhere
else--that counted. Any really big city, I mean. We're dreadfully
tired of Winton--Hilary, especially."

"It's a mighty pretty place."

"I suppose so." Pauline slapped old Fanny impatiently. "Will you go
on!"

Fanny was making forward most reluctantly; the Boyd barn had been very
much to her liking. Now, as the three dogs made a swift rush at her
leaping and barking around her, she gave a snort of disgust, quickening
her pace involuntarily.

"Don't call them off, please!" Pauline begged Shirley. "She isn't in
the least scared, and it's perfectly refreshing to find that she can
move."

"All the same, discipline must be maintained," Shirley insisted; and at