“To Trumet?” she repeated. “Go back to Trumet? Not to live there?”
Captain Dan hesitated, but his wife did not.
“Yes,” she said decidedly, “to live. For the present, anyhow. At least we shan't live here any longer.”
“Not live here? Not live in Scarford, Mother! Why, what do you mean?”
Her father answered. “She means what she says, I presume likely,” he observed impatiently. “Think she's talkin' for the fun of it? This ain't April Fool Day.”
“But she can't mean it. She can't! Give up the Chapter, and all our friends—”
“Friends! They're a healthy lot of friends, they are!”
“Hush, Daddy; I'm not talking to you. Do you realize what you are saying, Mother? Give up the Chapter, and all your ambitions there? Give up Mrs. Black and Mrs. Lake and Miss Canby—”
“And that twist and squirm, antique Greece disgrace of a Dusante woman—don't forget her. Gertie, you stop now. Your ma knows—”
“Daddy, be still. Be still, I say! Mother, are you willing to give them up? And all our society! You say yourself—I've heard you often—that there is no society in Trumet. Give up our bridge lessons, and our dancing, and our teas, and—”