Evidently the world would never lack for lovers. Lovers were still coquetting and sulking and making a war of opportunity.
The girl, vexed by her gallant’s too easy discouragement, spoke stupidly:
“I love sunsets, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh!”
“The lake’s pretty, don’t you think?”
“Pretty big for its age. It’s just a new pond, you know, to add to New York’s collection. They’re looking for more water every day. I was reading that they’re planning to tap the Adirondacks next, as soon as the Catskills are used up.
“They’re turning a river around up there now. It was flowing west and they’re going to dig under a mountain through an eighteen mile tunnel and steal the river, and make it run east and south to New York.”
This titanic work did not interest the girl at all. She tried to fetch the youth around to human themes:
“Somebody was telling me there used to be farms and homes down under where the water is now. You can hardly believe it!”
“Ye-ah, people used to live down there, they say.”