Harry: Well, Robert, have you made up your mind yet what you want to do when you leave college?
Nora: Oh, Harry, surely he's a bit young to decide on his career? be hasn't even got to college yet.
Harry: Not at all, Nora. It's wisest to decide in good time. Look at me, for example. I really wanted to be a sailor, but now I spend my days sitting at a desk in an office. Yes, it's silly to train for the wrong job. And after all, Robert will be going to college soon.
Nora: (musing) Now if I were a man I'd be a farmer. To see the crops growing — that's my idea of a good life.
Harry: Well, you haven't answered my question ó at, Robert. What would you like to do?
Nora: (wistfully) Are you sure you don't want to be a farmer, Robert? Or a market gardener?
Rîbert: No I'm sorry, Mum, but I don't want to at all. I'd rather be a civil engineer. I want to build roads and bridges.
Harry: Not ships? Isn't it better to be a shipbuilding engineer?
Robert: (crossly) Look here, is it my career we're planning or yours?
Harry (huffed) All right, all right, there's no need to lose your temper. But you'd better win that scholarship first.