"I'm going to run away; I'm going to forget for a whole summer. I'm going to have a good time. When I come back in the fall I'm going to the Charity Bureau and do some work, but until then--"
"Who's going with you?" asked Marriott. He had thought of other things to say, but decided against them.
"Mama."
"And your father?"
"Oh, he can't go. He and Dick will stay at home."
"Then you won't shut up the house?"
"No, we'll let the maids go, but we've got Gusta Koerner to come in every day and look after things. I'm glad for her sake--and ours. We can trust her."
"I should think Dick would want to go."
"No, he has this new automobile now, and he says, too, that he can't leave the bank." She smiled as she thought of the seriousness with which Dick was regarding his new duties.
"Then you'll not go to Mackinac?"