"And Aunt Marion is in this year's class."
"And so is Grandfather."
"My father is, too," said James. "He's a doctor, you know, and he says that if he didn't read that he wouldn't know anything but bones and fevers."
"What does he mean?" asked Ethel Brown, who liked to have everything perfectly clear.
"He means he wouldn't read anything but his medical journals and he'd 'go stale.'"
"Is your father coming on Recognition Day?"
"He's coming if nobody has a smashed head or smallpox just at the wrong time. He says he wouldn't miss it for anything. The Recognition Day procession marches along this path we're on."
"When will Recognition Day be?" asked Ethel Brown.
"The middle of August."
Ethel Blue groaned.