Sujon:Hurrah! Only ten days to the holidays.

Rakib:I know. I have been counting the days. I am just sick of school.

Sujon:So am I. What are you going to do with your rit these holidays?

Rakib:I should like to go to the hills for a change. But that means money, and I don't think my father will give it to me. What are you going to do?

Sujon:Oh, I shall go home. My home is in the hilly part, where it is fairly cool in the summer; and I think I shall find plenty to do there.

Rakib:You are lucky. My home is in the plains and it is very hot, and I soon get tired of the small village life.

Sujon:Well, look here! Why not come to my home and stay with me for a few weeks?

Rakib:That would be fine. But I don't suppose your father would want me there. I should only be in the way.

Sujon:Not at all! Father told me last year, when I was at home, that I should bring one of my school-fellow with me, and have a good time. So come along!

Rakib:I should love it! It's very kind of you.

Sujon:Splendid! We can have some good time together.

Rakib:So we shall. Thank awfully.

Sujon:Oh! You need not thank me; because I shall myself have a much jollier time with you there than if I were alone