"Snow again!" exclaimed the other. "Gee-all-whillikens, does it snow all summer here?"
"Well, sometimes we have a snow in April, Ned, and this is only the twenty-first of March. But when spring does come it's beautiful. I just love the spring, don't you?"
"Reckon so. I like our springs back home, but I don't know what your Eastern springs are like yet." He dipped into his soda and nodded approvingly. "Say, Polly, you certainly can mix 'em. Congreve's has got nothing on you. Talking about spring, back in California—"
He was interrupted by the opening of the door. The new arrival was a slim, round-faced youth of about Polly's age. He had reddish-brown hair under the funny little blue cap he wore, a somewhat impertinent nose, and very blue eyes. He wore a suit of gray knickers with coat to match and a dark blue sweater beneath the coat. Also, he wore a most cheerful smile. The first arrival turned and, with spoon suspended, viewed him sternly.
"I bid you say where you have been," he demanded.
The new-comer threw forth his right hand, palm
