Come to think of it,
haven't you noticed a particularly cocky set of his head and the
corksome lightness about his heels during the past few days?"
"By Jove, he has been happy about something!" said Donald. "And
I noticed that Louise and the Mater were sort of cheery and
making a specialty of the only son and brother."
"Sure, brother, sure," said Linda. "Hurry up and scrape those
fish and let's scamper down the canyon merely for the joy of
flying with wings on our feet. You're It, young man, just It!"
Donald was sitting on a boulder. On another in front of him he
was operating on the trout. His hands were soiled; his hair was
tousled; he was fairly well decorated with fine scales. He
looked at Linda appealingly.
"Am I 'It' with you, Linda?" he asked soberly.
"Sure you are," said Linda. "You're the best friend I have."
"Will you write to me when I go to college this fall?"
"Why, you couldn't keep me from it," said Linda. "I'll have
so many things to tell you. And when your first vacation comes
we'll make it a hummer."
"I know Dad won't let me come home for my holidays except for the
midsummer ones," said Donald soberly. "It would take most of the
time there would be of the short holidays to travel back and
forth."
"You will have to go very carefully about getting a start," said
Linda, "and you should be careful to find the right kind of
friends at the very start. Christmas and Thanksgiving boxes can
always be sent on time to reach you.
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