Wonder if father can be exactly right in his mind. He doesn't believe in
wasting time, but I'm wasting it to-day by the bucketful. Suppose he's
doing this to size me up some way; he isn't going to tire me out as
quick as he thinks. I'll keep going till I drop."
Nevertheless, when at the end of the first act of a pretty play by a
well-trained company of school children he was ordered to go three miles
to a football field, and then ordered away again without a sight of the
game he had planned for a week to see, his disgust was intense.
All through that long, warm afternoon he raced about the city and
suburbs, growing wearier and more empty with every step. The worst of it
was the orders were beginning to assume the form of a schedule, and
commanded that he be here at 3:15, and there at 4:05, and so on, which
forbade loitering had he been inclined to loiter. In it all he could see
no purpose, except the possible one of trying his physical endurance. He
was a strong boy, or he would have been quite exhausted long before he
reached "Env.
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