“No, I am not sorry, I am very glad to be back—though my aunts have been great dears to me.”
“I’ll bet anything Annette isn’t glad to be back—after the Langmoors!” said Nora grimly.
Connie laughed.
“She’ll soon settle in. What do you think?” She slipped her arm into her cousin’s. “I’m coming down to breakfast!”
“You’re not! I never heard such nonsense! Why should you?”
Connie sighed.
“I think I must begin to do something.”
“Do something! For goodness’ sake, don’t!” Nora’s voice was fierce. “I did think you might be trusted!”
“To carry out your ideals? So kind of you!”
“If you take to muddling about with books and lectures and wearing ugly clothes, I give you up,” said Nora firmly.