“That’s right,” Kit agreed.
Frank grinned sheepishly. “I know I’m an idealist,” he said. “But I’ve a hunch that before too long man is going to wake up! Someday he’s going to realize that to ally himself with greed, bad temper and bad will towards other men is to sign a pact with our natural enemies. He might just as well suggest that we turn this world over to destructive insects, infectious diseases and man-eating beasts.”
Kit grinned back at him. “This pompano is delicious, but it’s going to taste like sawdust if we don’t stop this.”
“Okay, Kit,” Frank said.
“Now, then,” Kit continued, “are you coming home with me?”
Frank thought for a moment. “I can come now with you and stay a week or so. Or I can come later in the summer. Suppose I leave it up to you?”
Kit smiled. “Come both times,” she urged.
“You’re a forward minx,” Frank said, laughing. “You know I’d like to, but I can’t. Summertime is our busiest time, and I just can’t get away both times.”
Kit considered his answer for a minute. “Then maybe you’d better come later,” she said. “You might have more time, and I’d be settled at home ... you know, unpacked and everything. Then we would have time to do what we want to.”
Frank nodded. “That might be better.”