"I'm not a bit keen on making money, somehow," he said. "I'd just like to knock around, and have a dog, and—a jolly good time, you know."
"What—always?"
Tommy sat up.
"Yes—why not?"
The pale boy shrugged his shoulders, and laughed.
"Oh, I don't know," he said. "But it seems funny, and don't you think you'd find it rather slow?"
Tommy stared at him, with open eyes.
"Rather not," he said. "Why, think how ripping it would be to go just where you liked, and come back when you liked, an' not to have any beastly meal-times to worry about, an' no terms, an' a horse or two to ride, an' wear the oldest clothes you had; by Jove, it would be like—something like Heaven, I should think."
The pale boy laughed as he rose to his feet.
"It's beginning to rain," he said.