“Now for a good time,” said Hamlin, as he left the opera house when the exercises were over. “Where are you going to spend the vacation, Clark?”
“Right here,” said Clark.
“No!” exclaimed the other. “That’s too bad, Clark. You need a rest, and it’s awful hot here in summer.”
“Expect it is,” replied Clark, “but I’ve no choice, Hamlin. Where are you going?”
“Up in the mountains. We have a summer cottage in the Catskills. I wish you’d go up with me for two or three weeks, Clark—can’t you?”
“No, I can’t possibly, Hamlin, though it’s awfully good of you to ask me,” Clark replied. “But I hope you’ll have a grand time, and come home in prime condition for work.”
“I’ll try to,” laughed the other, “and don’t you forget that we count on you as an L. A. O. next year,” and with a friendly hand-grasp, he said, “good-bye,” and ran to overtake Gordon.
A day or two later, the doors of the Central high school were closed, and the boys and girls gathered there no more, but some at the seashore, and some in the mountains, they sought rest and pleasure, while many others—unable to leave the city, soon found themselves looking forward to September, when they might take up again the school duties that, after all, have so much that is bright and pleasant, mingled with the hard and tiresome round.