Summers are all just the same.

My folks lug me off to the Water Gap and we stay there until it's time to come back here.

I play tennis and go motoring and sit around on the porch and--and--bathe--" "Let's hope so," interpolated Joe gravely.
"And nothing really interesting ever happens," ended Perry despairingly.
"Gee, I'd like to be a pirate or--or something!" "Summers _are_ rather deadly," assented Steve.

"We go to the seashore, but the place is filled with swells, and about all they do is change their clothes, eat and sleep.

When you get ready for piracy, Perry, let me know, will you! I'd like to sign-on." "Put me down, too," said Joe.