Banks smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
“Don’t be silly, Frank,” Brenda interpreted. “You must know that we can’t do anything else.”
“It’s foolish to say you can’t,” he returned irritably, “when so obviously you can.”
“Well, anyway, we’re going to,” Banks affirmed with a slight inconsequence.
“And do you purpose to stay on here?” Jervaise said sharply, as if he were posing an insuperable objection.
“Not likely,” Banks replied. “We’re going to Canada, the whole lot of us.”
“Your father and mother, too?”
“Yes, if I can persuade ’em; and I can,” Banks said.
“You haven’t tried yet?”
“No, I haven’t.”