“Don’t you expect anything, Prof?” asked Vernie, gaily.
“What do you mean by expect, child? Do you mean wish or think?”
“Gracious, goodness, Professor! I never know what I mean by the words I use, and I never care!”
Professor Hardwick’s hobby was the use of words, and rarely did he fail to question it, if a word was misused or uncertainly used in his presence. But he smiled benignly on the pretty child, and didn’t bother her further.
Finally, the men drew together to make up the budget of necessary expenses and the women talked clothes.
“Smocks all round,” said Norma, who loved the unconventional in dress.
“Not for me!” said Eve, who didn’t.
Milly giggled. “Let every one wear just what she chooses,” she settled it. “I’m at my best in white linen in the summer time, but what about laundry? Well, I shall leave two sets of things packed, and then send for whichever I want.”
Norma, uninterested in clothes, edged over toward the men. Though a friend of the Landons and acquainted with Professor Hardwick, she had never met Braye or Tracy before.
Both succumbed to her sure-fire smile, but Tracy showed it and Braye didn’t.