“I don’t know what’s in him to-day,” Cora confided to Hazel.
“He’s awfully jolly, I think,” said Paul’s sister.
“Jolly? You wouldn’t think so if you had to live with him as long as I have had to.”
“Is he always this way?”
“No, thank goodness; it goes by streaks, like the lean and fat in a piece of bacon.”
“The idea of comparing Jack to a piece of bacon!” commented Bess, who overheard.
“Well, he is that way,” insisted Cora.
“I hope my shoes get dry by the time we reach Riverhead,” Jack confided to Paul and Walter. “I have another pair in my trunk, but that may not be there when we get to camp. And I do hate wet shoes to dance in.”
“Who said we were going to dance?” asked Walter.
“I did,” replied Jack. “There’s a hotel not far from the camp, I hear, and the season ought to be partly in swing now. Well, if you fellows don’t want to go I can borrow your shoes.”