“Fifteen, too,” he laughed. “I guess the reason I danced with Grace so much was because I thought she wasn’t old enough to be fussy about the way I did it. Kind of tough on her, though, wasn’t it?”
“Kind of tough on the rest of us, you mean,” responded Louise. “You’ll have to make it up this summer by coming to some of our parties at the Point. Will you?”
“Why—yes, if you want me to. But, really and truly, I’m a fierce dancer, Louise.”
“Is he?” She turned to her brother. Morris shook his head.
“Search me. I know he can bat a ball like sixty, though. I’ve been trying to get him to stay and play some tennis, but he won’t. You ask him, sis.”
“Won’t you?” she begged. “The court’s just crying to be played on. If you will, I’ll bring you out the biggest, coldest pitcher of lemonade, Gordon, you ever saw!”
“Thanks, but—some other time——”
“That means never!” she sighed. “I don’t think you’re as nice as you used to be. Is he, Morris?”
“He’s so full of business these days. Say, sis, father’s going to cut up the athletic field for building lots. What do you think of that?”
“What for?” she demanded.