“Not before breakfast,” drawled Nan. “But you must tell me your name before breakfast because I shall have to introduce you to the others.”
“What others? Not more wood nymphs!”
“More Carters—and week-enders!”
“You don’t mean I have actually landed at Week-End Camp? Why, that is what I have been looking for, but I had no idea of striking it the first thing, right out of the blue, as it were. I heard about the camp at the University, and want to come board there for a while.”
“Well, I am the one to apply to,” said Nan primly.
“Apply to a wood nymph for board! Absurd!”
“Not at all! Of course, I can’t take you to board without knowing your name and—er—number.”
“Well, if you must, you must—Tom Smith is my name—as for my number—there is only one of me.”
“I mean by your number, where you live.”