Mary Louise turned around and smiled.
“No. That’s David McCall. He usually comes up just for two weeks’ vacation and stays here at Flicks’.”
A moment later the young man reached the Gays’ table and was introduced to Jane. But he merely nodded to her briefly: his eyes seemed to devour Mary Louise.
“I thought you’d never come, Mary Lou!” he exclaimed. “A whole week of my vacation is gone!”
“But you have another week, don’t you, David?”
“Yes. A measly seven days! And then another year to wait till I see you again!” His tone was not bantering, like the boys at home. David McCall was serious—too terribly serious, Mary Louise sometimes thought—about everything.
“May I come over to see you after supper?” he pleaded.
“Of course,” agreed Mary Louise lightly. “And then you can tell us about the fire. You were here when it happened?”
“No. I didn’t get here till Sunday. But I can tell you something about it, all right!”
Mary Louise’s eyes opened wide with interest.