Silvia laughed hopelessly.
“It never rains but it pours. I had a letter from Beth this afternoon, and she says she would like to come to us now. She arrives Monday. Here is her letter.”
“Great minds! It is quite a coincidence,” I declared.
“I thought it would be so nice to have Beth go with us to this resort.”
“It can’t be done,” I said. “That is, they can’t both go. I am not going to let even Rob Rossiter slight my sister.”
“Still it would be a triumph to have her change his mind––or his heart. You know a woman-hater always succumbs to the right girl.”
“In books, yes!”
I had been scanning Beth’s letter and I laughed derisively as I read aloud: “‘I am so curious to see those next-door children. When you first wrote of the “Polydores” I never once thought of them as children.’”
“She thought exactly right,” I told Silvia, and then continued reading: “‘I supposed them to be something like tadpoles or polliwogs. I really think I shall enjoy them.’”