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June
came
and
the
days
grew
so
hot
and
lazy
that
they
could
not
worry
even
about
exams
,
but
spent
dreamy
evenings
on
the
court
of
Cottage
,
talking
of
long
subjects
until
the
sweep
of
country
toward
Stony
Brook
became
a
blue
haze
and
the
lilacs
were
white
around
tennis-courts
,
and
words
gave
way
to
silent
cigarettes
...
Then
down
deserted
Prospect
and
along
McCosh
with
song
everywhere
around
them
,
up
to
the
hot
joviality
of
Nassau
Street
.
Tom
D'Invilliers
and
Amory
walked
late
in
those
days
.
A
gambling
fever
swept
through
the
sophomore
class
and
they
bent
over
the
bones
till
three
o'clock
many
a
sultry
night
.
After
one
session
they
came
out
of
Sloane
's
room
to
find
the
dew
fallen
and
the
stars
old
in
the
sky
.
"
Let
's
borrow
bicycles
and
take
a
ride
,
"
Amory
suggested
.
"
All
right
.
I
'm
not
a
bit
tired
and
this
is
almost
the
last
night
of
the
year
,
really
,
because
the
prom
stuff
starts
Monday
.
"
They
found
two
unlocked
bicycles
in
Holder
Court
and
rode
out
about
half-past
three
along
the
Lawrenceville
Road
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
this
summer
,
Amory
?
"
"
Do
n't
ask
me
--
same
old
things
,
I
suppose
.
A
month
or
two
in
Lake
Geneva
--
I
'm
counting
on
you
to
be
there
in
July
,
you
know
--
then
there
'll
be
Minneapolis
,
and
that
means
hundreds
of
summer
hops
,
parlor-snaking
,
getting
bored
--
But
oh
,
Tom
,
"
he
added
suddenly
,
"
has
n't
this
year
been
slick
!
"
"
No
,
"
declared
Tom
emphatically
,
a
new
Tom
,
clothed
by
Brooks
,
shod
by
Franks
,
"
I
've
won
this
game
,
but
I
feel
as
if
I
never
want
to
play
another
.
You
're
all
right
--
you
're
a
rubber
ball
,
and
somehow
it
suits
you
,
but
I
'm
sick
of
adapting
myself
to
the
local
snobbishness
of
this
corner
of
the
world
.
I
want
to
go
where
people
are
n't
barred
because
of
the
color
of
their
neckties
and
the
roll
of
their
coats
.
"
"
You
ca
n't
,
Tom
,
"
argued
Amory
,
as
they
rolled
along
through
the
scattering
night
;
"
wherever
you
go
now
you
'll
always
unconsciously
apply
these
standards
of
'
having
it
'
or
'
lacking
it
.
'
For
better
or
worse
we
've
stamped
you
;
you
're
a
Princeton
type
!
"
