So Isabelle gave it up. She realized that something was lacking. She sought out Miss Barnes with the problem.
“Why don’t Max and Wally do like father and mother Barnes?”
“Well,” Ann evaded, “it is different, you see. Your father and mother are rich, and mine are poor. Your parents have lots to do—golf and bridge and parties—and father and mother Barnes have only their children to interest them. They’re just regular parents,” she added, lamely.
“But I want some regular parents,” replied Isabelle.
Ann was nonplussed.
“We can’t all have them, honey,” she said. “Jinny would like lots of things you have—a pony, and toys, and pretty clothes.”
“She can have mine.”
“She has to do many things you would not like to do.”
“I don’t care. I’d do them.”