“No; they keep me out of a rut, put me in touch with everything.”
“H’m!” scorned David. “I am glad I don’t need a posse of chattering girls to keep me up to date. Not a single club for me in vacation! Cut them out, Polly, every one! Why not?”
The girl laughed. “What a queer fellow you are! I’ll write to you every day if you wish,” she added with seeming irrelevance, remembering a certain request when they had separated at the beginning of the last college year.
David brightened perceptibly—until a sparkle of fun in her brown eyes swiftly altered his expression.
“Yes, you will have as much as three minutes a day to give to me, won’t you!” he flashed, a tinge of bitterness in his tone.
“No, truly, David, I am in earnest,” smiled Polly. “My clubs don’t take up nearly as much of my time as you think. If you would join some of them—the College, for instance—you would change your mind. You stand outside and criticize; you don’t get the right viewpoint. Try it, David! You won’t be sorry. I’ll propose your name at the next meeting.”
“No, you will not!” was the prompt reply. “Nice time to join, while I am off in an Adirondack camp.”
“Oh, well, you are not going to stay all summer, are you?”
Polly looked straight into the blue eyes opposite. “Do you mean it?”