Their conversation was mainly about school concerns. The boy was in a
bank, the girl in her last term at the High School.
"If only I could work at something after I'm finished! What shall I do
with my life when I have no more lessons? I think everybody should do
something; I shall soon be tired of lazing through the days."
"Your pater would never let you do anything for money, he is so rich."
"But simply to have a lot of money won't satisfy me, although I'd like
to earn some. To be a teacher would suit me best, and keep my mind from
rusting."
"You are awfully clever, you know. I never cared for books and never
worked till one day--a day I shall never forget."
"What was it about, Harry? Tell me."
The two had chattered about their own concerns without noticing that the
rest of the "Bunch" had kept to the left side of the lake while they had
skated straight forward ignoring the deep bay, and were now nearing the
right shore. The ice was smooth as glass, each was an accomplished
skater, and together they had made a brilliant run without a pause after
the tightening of the screw. Now, hot and breathless, they paused for a
few moments, and only then realised that they were about three miles
distant from the rest of the party. Harry drew off his thick woollen
mittens and unloosened his muffler, as together they stood looking at
the glistening landscape around them.
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