CHAPTER XXIII“Hilary, I really don’t think you ought to do it!” Dora said impulsively one day.
“Do what?” asked Hilary, over her toothbrush.
“Well—we are really no relation to Konrad, you know,” Dora said, in her favourite tone of mild discontent.
“Relation! Of course we aren’t!” Hilary exclaimed, at a loss.
“Well, you act exactly as if you were his sister!” Dora hinted, delicately.
“Poor i***t boy! I’d like to know where he would be if I, or somebody, didn’t!” Hilary said, laughing. “He has the weirdest ideas! The other day I found him writing Mrs. Dwyer that he would come to her house, but that he could not eat her dinners, as they were too rich for him——”
“Well, he could get away with that!” Dora said, faintly annoyed.
“Of course he could! But the point is, that he shouldn’t,” he
