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           "Tellmeaboutyou,Amory.Didyouhavetwohorribleyears?"

           Amoryconsideredlying,andthendecidedagainstit.

           "No,Beatrice.Ienjoyedthem.Iadaptedmyselftothebourgeoisie.Ibecameconventional."Hesurprisedhimselfbysayingthat,andhepicturedhowFroggywouldhavegaped.

           "Beatrice,"hesaidsuddenly,"Iwanttogoawaytoschool.EverybodyinMinneapolisisgoingtogoawaytoschool."

           Beatriceshowedsomealarm.

           "Butyou’reonlyfifteen."

           "Yes,buteverybodygoesawaytoschoolatfifteen,andIwantto,Beatrice."

           OnBeatrice’ssuggestionthesubjectwasdroppedfortherestofthewalk,butaweeklatershedelightedhimbysaying:

           "Amory,Ihavedecidedtoletyouhaveyourway.Ifyoustillwantto,youcangotoschool."

           "Yes?"

           "ToSt.Regis’sinConnecticut."

           Amoryfeltaquickexcitement.

           "It’sbeingarranged,"continuedBeatrice."It’sbetterthatyoushouldgoaway.I’dhavepreferredyoutohavegonetoEton,andthentoChristChurch,Oxford,butitseemsimpracticablenow—andforthepresentwe’lllettheuniversityquestiontakecareofitself."

           "Whatareyougoingtodo,Beatrice?"

           "Heavenknows.Itseemsmyfatetofretawaymyyearsinthiscountry.