“It must,” I said, “be pretty fatiguing work, and what about the Excursion?”
“That’s every Saturday. We go out with Miss Stalk, the professor of Ambulation.”
“And where do you go?”
“Oh, anywhere. One day we go perhaps for a trip on a steamer and another Saturday somewhere in motors, and so on.”
“Doing what?” I asked.
“Field Work. The aim of the course—I’m afraid I’m quoting Miss Stalk but I don’t mind, she’s really fine—is to break nature into its elements”
“I see”
“So as to view it as the external structure of Society and make deductions from it.”
“Have you made any?” I asked.
“Oh, no”—she laughed—“I’m only starting the work this term. But, of course, I shall have to. Each girl makes at least one deduction at the end of the course. Some of the seniors make two or three. But you have to make one.”
“It’s a great course,” I said. “No wonder you are going to be busy; and, as you say, how much better than loafing round here doing nothing.”
“Isn’t it?” said the girl student with enthusiasm in her eyes. “It gives one such
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