"Mr. Beans's knowledge of dates is wonderful, and his parsing has all the glory of Early Victorian furniture."
XIII.
To-night MacMurray invited me down to meet his former head, Simpson, a big man in the Educational Institute, and a likely President next year. Mac introduced me as "a chap with theories on education; doesn't care a rap for inspectors and abominates discipline."
Simpson looked me over; then he grunted.
"You'll grow out of that, young man," he said sagely.
I laughed.
"That's what I'm afraid of," I said, "I fear that the continual holding of my nose to the grindstone will destroy my perspective."