"Oh, I see," said Hermia thoughtfully. "You think I may pervert—contaminate them—"
"Not you—your friends—"
"I was hoping that you would all come to 'Wake-Robin' for June."
"I—I've made other plans," said Mrs. Westfield.
Hermia's jaw set and her face hardened. They were thoroughly antipathetic now.
"That, of course, will be as you please," she said coldly. "Since Thimble Cottage burned, I've tried to make you understand that you are to use my place as your own. If you don't want to come I'm sorry."
"It's not that I don't want to come, Hermia. I shall probably visit you as usual. Thimble Cottage will be rebuilt as soon as the plans are finished. Meanwhile, I've rented the island."
"And Milly and Theodore?"
"They're going abroad with their Aunt Julia."
"I think you are making a mistake in keeping us apart, Aunt Harriet."