"It's from your Aunt Elizabeth.

She wants us to spend ten days with her at the shore.

They have taken a handsome cottage next to the Warrentons.

You remember young Mr.Warrenton, Ruth?
He is a grandson of Commodore Warrenton." "Warrenton?
Oh, yes, I do remember him--the one that didn't have any neck." Mrs.Nelson closed her eyes for a moment, as if praying for patience; then she went on: "Your Aunt Elizabeth thinks, as I do, that it is absurd for you to bury yourself down here.

She wants you to meet people of your own class.