"I'll say it's true!" Roberta put in, grinning with wicked glee. Her good pal, Dick, smiled over at her as he remarked with evident amusement: "You don't look very miserable about it, Bobs. In fact, quite the contrary, you appear pleased. If the truth were known, I envy you, honestly I do! I'd much rather go to work than go to college. I'm no good at Latin or Greek. If languages are dead, bury them, I say. I'm not a student by nature, so what's the use pretending; but the pater won't hear to it. Just because our grandfather left us each a million, we've got to dwaddle away our lives spending it. Of course I'm nineteen now, but you wait until I'm twenty-one years old and see what will happen."