“«Much better—and Christmas eve does very well for winter, but summer…»
«Summer has no day,» she said. «We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth….
It has no day.»
«Fourth of July,» Amory suggested facetiously.
«Don't be funny!» she said, raking him with her eyes.
«Well, what could fulfil the promise of spring?»
She thought a moment.”