“So do you.”
“I am, oh, I am!”
“May I ask if it is because you have the rare privilege of a day in my exclusive society?”
“Partly that. But not all. Can you make curves? I never shall forget my delight when I skated for the first time—after being brought up in the tropics! Fancy!”
“Perhaps it didn’t take so much to make you happy in those days.”
“Oh, far more! Far, far more! I have been really happy since then.”
“If you don’t mind what you call it.”
“Where do you suppose the swans go in winter?”
“Haven’t an idea, and care less. Look out!”
They almost collided with a large corsetless lady in a white sweater, a red woollen scarf tied round her purple face, and a gray skirt exhibiting massive pedestals. She glared at the fashionable intruders, but described a curve of surprising agility, although as she propelled herself to the other side of the lake she gave the impression of waddling.