"—And the jolliest!" interrupted my chum.
Then we both burst out laughing together.
Pretence was at an end. We agreed that we were simply loving the life and the people, the work and the play.
We agreed that we were simply loving the life and the
people, the work and the play
As for me, I was such a different girl. I hadn't time to think about how different.
"Ready, Celery-face?" sang out Vic, striding from behind the alder where she'd flung off her coat.
A group of girls watched her—the former star of a London swimming-bath—as she took her plunge into the pool.
Then I waded in after her, and, all awkwardly still, swam the dozen strokes that brought me up to her. Panting, I held on to her. An absurdly short little effort—but it was the taste of a new function to me, the beginner. What years I'd wasted in not knowing how to swim! But oh, the joy of it now!