You'll never be so young again, you know." "I know!" cried Dinah, and suddenly a wild gust of rebellion went through her.

"It's hateful! I never knew how hateful till I came here.
Going back will be--too horrible for words.

But--" her voice fell abruptly flat--"what am I to do ?" "I should go on strike," he said lightly.

"Tell your good mother that she must find someone else to do the work! You are going to take it easy and enjoy yourself." Dinah uttered a short, painful laugh.
"Wouldn't that do ?" he asked.
"No." "Why not ?" he questioned with indolent amusement.

"Surely you're not afraid of the broomstick!" Dinah gave a great start, and suddenly, as they skated, pressed close to him with the action of some small, terrified creature seeking shelter.
"Oh, don't--don't let us spoil this perfect night by talking of my home affairs!" she pleaded, her voice quick and passionate.