“What’s the cane for?” asked Billy, who had come back to his seat on the porch. “Girl collecting them?”
“I think it must be for moral support,” put in Louise.
“I didn’t know he had one,” said Billy. “Where did he get it?”
“Christmas present last year,” explained Winona briefly. “Billy, don’t you wish we were all back at Wampoag, having a moonlight swim?”
“I certainly do,” said Billy. “Not but that your porch is nice, too,” he added with the politeness he never seemed to forget.
Before they could lament camp life any further, Tom rushed down the stairs.
“Winnie! Winnie! Where’s my blue scarf?” he called from inside the front door.
“On Louise,” Winona called back promptly. “Don’t you remember, you asked her if she didn’t want to wear it with her sailor-suit?”
“Can I have it, Lou?” he asked, coming out. “I wouldn’t ask you, but it just matches my hatband.”
“Certainly you can have it,” said Louise, with chilly politeness, unfastening it and handing it to him.