"A senior, and a very bright fellow. We will show you a good time, if you come down, Miss Janet."
"Then, as I usually go where I am sure of having a good time, I will promise to come, and then Stuart and I can go home together. I can pick him up on the way, you see."
"You'll have to take McBride and myself too, then."
"Why, are you going our way?"
"Hasn't Stuart told you that he has promised us all sorts of a good time down on the bay, and so we shall have the pleasure of going home with you."
"Lovely," cried Janet, "for I am going to take two girls home with me. What fun we can have. There is no place like our dear old bay shore."
"In spite of mosquitoes, and days when the whole earth seems to breathe heat?"
"Ah, you are prejudiced. The mosquitoes aren't half as bad as they are made out to be; in some places, there are very few; not half as many as at some resorts to which people flock in summer time. And, unless one goes to the Maine coast, it is warm anywhere. I remember one of the hottest, most luridly sultry days I ever spent in my life was at Cambridge. We simply seethed, stewed, boiled there the day we went out to Harvard. It is never any hotter at home than that, as you must know, and the mosquitoes are not so bad."
"Yes, I confess you are right."
"We about live on the water," Janet told him, "and that is one of the pleasures I miss here."