“I say, what are you and your sister going to do for your holiday this year?”
“Well, I don’t know. I should like to take my sister for a tour to the Baltic Sea, but then she can’t very well leave her children. What are you going?”
“We shall go to the sea, I expect – for part of the time, anyhow. Then my wife and I may go off alone for a week or so in the car.”
“Leaving the rest of the family behind, I suppose!”
“Oh yes. They’ll be quite safe with their grandmother – and, besides, they’re ever so much happier playing about on the sands then spending long days in the car.”
“Where do you go, as a rule?”
“We’ve tried many seaside-places on the east and south coasts: on the whole, I think we prefer the south. However, it really doesn’t seem to matter very much, as long as the youngsters get a good sandy beach.”
“What do you do? Take rooms, or stay at a hotel, or what?”
“We’ve done both and this year we’re taking a furnished house. Why don’t you make up your mind to join us? Find a house nearby, and make a large party. It’ll be great fun.”
“For my own part, I should love it. I’ll talk it over with my sister, and see what she thinks about it.”
“Do, and let me know as soon as you can.”
“Right. I will.”