"I wonder if there are any people here now who came that first summer?"
"Yes, indeed, my father was here then. He was a little kid in skirts."
"Naturally he doesn't remember anything about it."
"No, but my grandmother brought him and she often tells me about it. You just wait till Old First Night. There are often twenty people who stand up when they ask how many present were here at the first session. The Chancellor, that's Bishop Vincent, was here, of course, and his son, he's the president now, and the Executive Secretary of the C.L.S.C.—"
"That's Miss Kimball. We know her. We just met her," and they told their new friend all about it.
"You're sure in luck," was his comment.
"Old First Night is the anniversary of the very first meeting, I suppose."
"Just you wait and see," hinted James promisingly. "Grandmother thinks it's the most interesting thing that happens all summer."
"How long have we got to wait?" asked Ethel Blue who liked to have things happen right off.
"Till the first Tuesday in August."