Lisa did not look very well pleased at the turn the conversation was taking, and hastened to change the subject.
“Well, however that may be,” she said, “to return to the subject of acquaintances, I heard Connie Steuart ask Persis to go home with her at Thanksgiving, and mamma, we don’t know anything about those Steuarts. Connie is simply a boarding pupil, and no one knows how she lives or anything about her people.”
“She is one of your fine Colonial Maids,” returned Persis.
“Well, suppose she is; that doesn’t alter the matter.”
“I thought you were such an advocate of heredity that Connie’s claim would give her a high seat in your opinion, on account of the colonel she has for a great-great-grandfather, or whatever he is.”
“Girls! girls!” warned Mrs. Holmes. “How you do like to bicker! Sisters should not be always so ready to argue and contend.”
“But mamma, we have to, or else one of us would have no mind of her own,” maintained Persis. “And I do want to go home with Connie at Thanksgiving. Mayn’t I?”
“I shall have to think that over,” returned Mrs. Holmes. “Connie seems rather a nice girl, but it is true that we do not know her people, and I do not care to have you make acquaintances about whom I know nothing.”
“Connie knows the Dixons,” responded Persis, eagerly, “and I am sure they are nice people.”
“Yes, they are. How well does she know them?”