Belle grinned, and then, at the tears that filled Anne's eyes, relented.
"Fine idea. You never did have a real one. Where are you going?"
"Quincy."
"Heavens! That's not a vacation. That's a penance."
"I never hated it the way you do. I don't mind Aunt Het, and I'm fond of Janet and Bab."
"If it's money, Anne, I'll be tickled to death—Tahoe or Yosemite—or any other real place."
"I loathe them."
"You don't know anything about them. Please. Don't be so highfalutin'. I can do it easily. Make it a birthday present if you like."
"No, thanks just the same. I don't mean to be highfalutin', but I love the bluff, really I do. And I am rather tired. I just want to lie out there on the dunes and think."
Belle's eyes twinkled. "Of course——"