"There must be awful crowds."
"The people do bunch up at lectures and concerts but if you don't like crowds you don't have to go, you know."
"What do the fellows our age do?"
"Swim and row and sail. Do you like the water?"
"My father is in the Navy," replied Roger as if that was a sufficient answer.
"Then you'll go in for all the water sports. The older chaps in the Athletic Club let us use their club house sometimes, and they say that this summer there's going to be a club especially for boys of our age—too old for the Boys' Club and too young for the Athletic Club."
"Good enough, I'll join," declared Roger, who was the most sociable lad on earth.
"Can I help your mother any more? So long, then. I live two houses off—in that red one over there just beyond the boarding house—so I'll see you a lot," and James leaped over the rail of the porch and strolled off toward the Pier.
"He seems like a nice boy," said Mrs. Morton; "I'm glad he lives so near."
"I wonder if he has any sisters," queried Helen. "Did you ask him, Roger?"