“Of what shape is Skanigo Lake, Master Fuller?”
“Round, sir.”
“Round?”
“Yes, sir; ’round among the hills, ’way up, as far as it can go.”
“Ah, yes. You do not altogether comprehend my interrogatory. But what profundity does it attain? How deep is it?”
“Varies very much, sir.”
“Exactly. An admirable response. But when is it deepest?”
“In July, sir.”
“July?”
“Yes, sir. No depth at all in winter. Bottom freezes hard and gets on top, sir.”