“We must have more of them. It isn’t my fault that we haven’t already.”
“O, I know, Cathalina, but I have not been able to manage it. You have invited me often enough.”
“I hope to take Lilian home with me from here.”
“That will be lovely. Have you asked her yet?”
“Yes, and she has written home about it. Phil wants to have a fraternity brother, and with the cousins, we shall have quite a party. If you only could come!—even for just over the week end would be something. School begins a little later than usual this year.”
“That will give a little over two weeks at home,—unless we left camp a little earlier. But we couldn’t miss the big banquet and all the fun.”
“My, no!”
“Mother wrote that she wanted to see the camp, and I believe that we can arrange it. Phil can do the driving, so we won’t need the chauffeur, unless Mother wants to have him. She can fix it all up as usual. Anyway there is plenty of room for us all. It will be a pretty trip, Hilary, and we’d stop a day or two in Boston and see Cambridge and Lexington and Concord, you know.”
“O, wonderful! I have been thinking that I’d write to ask Father if I might not take that trip home with the camp folks. June can go back with the crowd.”
“Don’t do it; go back with us instead. You haven’t been in New York in the summer. And if possible, I want Betty to go, too. Isn’t it funny and nice how plans grow? I thought of Lilian first on account of Phil, then you on account of Campbell, and of all of you on my own account.”