"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.