"We don't go any time," laughed Alma Lane, finishing the sentence for her.
"I know it," said Elsie. "We had a cousin with us for two weeks last summer, and she just doted on old relics and graveyards. She made us take her into Boston 'most every day, and she asked all sorts of questions which I couldn't answer."
"Yes, I know; but excuse me, please," put in Tilly, flippantly. "I don't want any graveyards and relics in mine."
"That's slang, Tilly," reproved Cordelia.
"Is it?" murmured Tilly, serenely.
"Besides, people come from miles and miles just to see those things that we neglect, right at our doors, almost."
"But how can you neglect them?" remonstrated Quentina. "Why, if I ever go to Boston, I sha'n't sleep nor eat till I've seen Paul Revere's grave!"
"Well, I shouldn't sleep nor eat if I did," shuddered Tilly.
"You mean you've never seen it?" gasped Quentina, unbelievingly.
"Guilty!" Tilly held up her hand unblushingly.