"I can't do it, Vivian," said the other promptly. "I can't bear the thought of being alone in this big old barn of a place. Nice of you to want her, but—"
"Oh, don't be selfish, Sara," cried Vivian.
"You don't know how much I depend on her," said Sara.
"I'd ask you over, too, dear, if there weren't so many others coming. I don't know where we're going to put them. You understand, don't you?"
"Perfectly," said her sister-in-law, smiling.
"But I've been counting on—Hetty."
"I say, Sara," broke in Leslie, "you COULD go up to Bar Harbour with the Williamsons at that time. Tell her about the invitation, Vivie."
"It isn't necessary," said Sara coldly. "I scarcely know the Williamsons." She hesitated an instant and then went on with sardonic dismay: "They're in trade, you know."
"That's nothing against 'em," protested he. "Awfully jolly people—really ripping. Ain't they, Viv?"
"I don't know them well enough to say," said Vivian, turning away. "I only know we're all snobs of the worst sort."