“I wouldn’t do it,” returned Corene. “What’s the sense in going away for a good time and spending it amusing other folks?”
“How so, amusing other folks?” repeated Julia.
“Surely no one dresses to amuse herself,” retorted the practical Corene. “I like pretty things, and all that, but I hate summer simping. Buddie calls it ‘simping,’ although he probably means primping.”
“When we put on our Scout uniform last year we saved a lot of that,” reflected Cleo.
“Which was it, Scout uniform or riding-habit, Cleo? It seems to me you spent a lot of time on horseback,” Julia reminded her.
“And I intend to do the same this year as well,” declared Cleo. “That’s the reason we are going to the mountains.”
“Same here,” agreed Louise. “We had a good time riding last year, but there were days when the sun was too hot. Now, under the trees in the mountains——” A sudden breeze blew in and sent layers of papers flying about.
“There you are!” commented Corene. “There’s your mountain breeze, girls. No use bothering going any further.”
“Oh, h-h—!” sighed a chorus.
“If it would only stay,” continued Cleo. “What is so hot as a day in June?” she misquoted.