“But it looks so–distinguished,” said Betty. “Those big pillars and the wide porch and the drive with that sort of porch built over it–I never can remember the name for it.”
“You can’t prove it by me,” grinned Chauncey. “I don’t know either, although we have one. Yes, the Gwynne place is considered a fine old estate, so my dad says. Mother says she wouldn’t have it for it isn’t modern enough to suit her. She doesn’t like high ceilings and great rooms that are hard to heat in winter.”
“Oh, I love them,” cried Betty, “though maybe it’s because I never have to bother about furnaces and things like that. I’d just love to have a great house and big grounds like this.”
“Where do you live?” asked Chauncey.
“In an apartment. My father’s just come to the city this fall and we took the best place Mother could find. We still have a home in my home town, but I don’t suppose we’ll ever go back there to stay.”
“Would you like to?”
Betty shook her head negatively. “I’m thrilled to death to be in our big high school!”
Chauncey grinned pleasantly. “It is pretty good,” he acknowledged, “but I hate to study sometimes. I hope football will go all right for our team this year. There’s one of the big high schools that is our greatest rival, and O, boy–if we don’t beat them this year!”
Betty had not heard about that, but she loyally echoed Chauncey’s wish.
“How about going up to the house for that fruitade Carolyn said would be ready pretty soon?” asked Chauncey, including the group, for two other girls had come up to the pool and were now joining Kathryn and Chet.