She turned to go, and John asked for permission to stroll back to the building with her. It was the first time he had seen her since the Spring vacation.
“I suppose you are still working hard?” she asked, casually.
“Yes—so—so,” he replied, lightly dismissing her question. He was more interested in the subject she had been discussing with her father.
“Marj, don’t you really know where you are going this summer?” he inquired.
“I haven’t the faintest idea,” replied the girl. “I know only just what papa said, which you heard: somewhere with the Girl Scouts.”
“Well, whenever you do go, I wish I could spend my two weeks vacation at the same place!”
“Probably you can, for I don’t think we are going to any girls’ camp, or anything like that.”
“But you might be going to Europe, or California,” he observed.
“No, I wouldn’t want to travel this summer—I’m too tired. And I’m sure mother realizes that, if papa doesn’t.”
John looked at her seriously.