They showed unbounded interest in the new kitten, and in all else that William wrote about; but they hinted very plainly that he had better not wait for her to help him out on the catalogue, for it would soon be autumn, and she would be in school.
William frowned at this, and shook his head; yet he knew that it was true.
In August William closed the Beacon street house and went to the Rangeley Lakes on a camping trip.

He told himself that he would not go had it not been for a promise given to an old college friend months before.

True, he had been anticipating this trip all winter; but it occurred to him now that it would be much more interesting to go to Hampden Falls and see Billy.

He had been to the Rangeley Lakes, and he had not been to Hampden Falls; besides, there would be Ned Harding and those queer old maids with their shaded house and socketed chairs to see.

In short, to William, at the moment, there seemed no place quite so absorbingly interesting as was Hampden Falls.