"And you and I shall see Boston together," Archibald told Becky, triumphantly. "I wonder if you have ever seen Boston as I shall show it to you."
"Well, I've been to all the historic places."
"Bunker Hill and the embattled farmers, of course," said Archibald; "but have you seen them since the war?"
"No. Are they different?"
"They aren't, but you are. All of us are."
Louise was not quite sure that her brother ought to leave the island. "You are down here for the air, Arch, and the quiet."
He was impatient. "Do you think I am going to miss this?"
She frowned and shook her head. "I don't want you to miss it. But it will be going against the doctor's orders."
"Oh, hang the doctor, Louise. Being in Boston with Becky will be like—wine——"