“They glared at me as if I had murdered their mothers! Do they always eat in dead silence like that?”
Isabelle cast a glance over her shoulders to see that they were quite alone.
“This is what I tried to save you from,” she whispered.
“You mean that’s why you bundled me off this morning, and barred me out this evening?”
She nodded solemnly.
“The machine balked, the tire blew out, I had to come back,” he apologized. “What’s the matter with ’em anyhow?”
“You see we have a society for the Discouragement of Visiting Parents.”
“What’s the point?”
“You see, we endure a great deal from our parents, at home, but here we are free. The minute they begin visiting us, the trouble begins. So when they come, we are pledged to act like this, and they never come again.”