human
And I daresay they'll keep you over here all the while,--not let you go home for holidays, for fear you might lose your heads and bolt for Gretna Green?
gpt
Mercy, no! Her eyes widened, startled.
human
I shall go home for all summer next year! I meant to go this year, but Muzzie thought I ought to stay, to be with Carter and Mrs. Van Meter, when they'd made such lovely plans for me,--and it was really all right, this time, because Jimsy ought to be with his father on the Mexican trip. Her smooth brow registered a fleeting worry over James King the elder.
gpt
But next summer it'll be home, and Catalina Island, and Jimsy!