“Well, I think it’s all pretty good. But I’d say my favorite is Strouds Dine In.” He said.
Polly nodded, “Sounds good.” And George led her into the diner. The diner was a cute little restaurant that had a red and white color scheme. To Polly the smell of the diner was delicious, and reminded her of home. To the right of the diner spread a long, perfect white counter and behind it stood an older gentleman who was serving a customer cola. He looked at them as they walked in and a smile spread across his aged face.
“George! I knew I’d be seeing you sometime soon.” He said. George strolled up to the bar and shook hands with the man.
“Hello Harvey. How are you?”
“I’m good thanks. How are you? Who is this pretty little lady?” Harvey said, smiling down at Polly. George smiled.
“This is Polly, a friend I met at the camp. Polly, this is Harvey.” George said.
Polly smiled and shook Harvey’s hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too.” Harvey said, “What can I get for you two today?”
George shrugged, “We’ll sit down and look over one of your menus, then let you know.”
Harvey nodded, handing them two menus. “I’ll be waiting.”
They sat down in a padded booth and George handed her a menu.

The food was good and so was the conversation. They talked about everything from their families and friends, their likes and dislikes, their accomplishments and goals. Polly found that George loved to camp. This wasn’t his first, or last of the summer. George also liked to swim, and boat and hike. He lived in New York and made a good living working for Kodak.
She explained that she was living in Pennsylvania with her mom and had joined the NCC. She talked about how she liked to cook and bake and sew and knit and how she loved cats.
They finished their filling meal, George paid for them both, and they walked back to the camp in the dark. They continued to talk, and they didn’t seem to run out of things to talk about.
George walked her all the way to her cabin.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” He asked.
Polly nodded, “Sure.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Thank you. This was nice.” Polly was surprised, but she’d actually had a good time.
“I’m glad you think so.” He said smiling. Polly nodded.
“Well, good night.” She said.
“Good night.”

To Polly’s disappointment, the camp was short and lasted only four more days, of which she spent all with George. Each day they went down into the little main street they had gone to their first night and ate better food then they could find at camp.