Young Allie: What's going on?
Anne: We're going home.
Young Allie: We're leaving now?
Anne: Mm-hmm.
Young Allie: No, we're not supposed to be leaving for another week.
Anne: Get dressed, come downstairs and have some breakfast. Willa will pack your things.
Willa: Why, I'd be happy to pack your things, Miss Allie.
Young Allie: No, I don't want you to pack my things, I don't want you to touch my stuff I'm not going!
Anne: Yes, you are.