"He isn't going to Florida this winter," said Elinor, repenting her of the small quibble. "He is going West."
Mrs. Brentwood looked up sharply.
"With us?" she queried.
"Yes."
Penelope clasped her hands and tried to look soulful.
"Oh, Ellie!" she said; "have you——"
"No," Elinor retorted; "I have not."