“Where are you going to be this summer?” inquired Betty. “You never told me where you live.”
“I live up in northern New York, but I’m not going home this summer. I’m going to Rockport—”
“Why, so am I!” exclaimed Betty. “We’re going to stay at The Breakers.”
“Oh, dear!” said Emily sadly, “I was hoping that none of my particular friends would be there. I’m going to have charge of the linen-room at The Breakers, Betty.”
“What difference does that make?” demanded Betty eagerly. “You have hours off, don’t you? We’ll have the gayest sort of a time. Can you swim?”
“No, I’ve never seen the ocean.”
“Well, Will and Nan will teach you. They’re going to teach me.”
Emily shook her head. “Now, Betty, you must not expect your family to see me in the same light that you do. Here those things don’t make any difference, but outside they do; and it’s perfectly right that they should, too.”
“Nonsense! My family has some sense, I hope,” said Betty gaily, stopping at the entrance to the Main Building. “Then I’ll see you next week.”
“Yes, but remember you are not to bother your family with me. Good-bye.”