“The Alberts.”
“Did they ever have any children?”
One day she told her about not going to Newport, and was surprised to see Elinor troubled.
“Why won't you go? It is a wonderful house.”
“I don't care to go away, Aunt Nellie.” She called her that sometimes.
Elinor had knitted silently for a little. Then:
“Do you mind if I say something to you?”
“Say anything you like, of course.”
“I just—Lily, don't see too much of Louis Akers. Don't let him carry you off your feet. He is good-looking, but if you marry him, you will be terribly unhappy.”
“That isn't enough to say, Aunt Nellie,” she said gravely. “You must have a reason.”