"Yes, we must plan one later, as we did last summer."
"But we mean now, father, start right now."
"Now? Henrietta, you're foolish, my dear."
"No, indeed, father. Why not now? 'Do it now' is your favorite motto, you know."
"It is impossible," and the general, also, dismissed the subject.
Bartlett thrust his hands in his pockets and appeared absorbed in his car. He knew Billy.
"Why impossible?" asked Billy, laying a small hand on the general's arm. "You were going to spend a week here. Why not spend it in your car? You have no engagement, have you?"
"No," said the general, smiling into her pretty face. "But what about clothes?"
"Clothes," laughed Billy, "why, clothes—"
"Be hanged," said the Watermelon.