“We are going off on the Abercrombie Brendons’ yacht, and your unfortunate return has forced Mrs. Brendon to include you in the party.”
“I hope you said ‘No, thanks’ for me.”
“We said ‘yes’ for you,” replied Wally.
“But I won’t go. Shut up on a boat with you two and the Brendons? Not much.”
“You’re not being consulted,” remarked her mother, coolly.
“You’ll have to drag me aboard.”
Mrs. Bryce’s temper flared.
“You will walk aboard and you will behave like a decent individual while we are on this cruise, or there will be the most serious consequences you have ever met yet. Nobody wants you on this party, you understand, and the less conspicuous you make yourself, the better.”
Isabelle beamed upon them.