“We take them up as Social Cells, Nuclei, I think the professor calls them.”
“And how do you go at them?” I asked.
“Why, the girls go to them in little laboratory groups and study them.”
“They eat ice-cream in them?”
“They have to,” she said, “to make it concrete. But while they are doing it they are considering the ice-cream parlour merely as a section of social protoplasm.”
“Does the professor go?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, she heads each group. Professor Thinker never spares herself from work.”
“Dear me,” I said, “you must be kept very busy. And is Social Endeavour all that you are going to do?”
“No,” she answered, “I’m electing a half-course in Nature Work as well.”
“Nature Work? Well! Well! That, I suppose, means cramming up a lot of biology and zoology, does it not?”