“Sandport’s famous for its schools.”
“But Billy, you couldn’t be so cruel. He’s so young and sensitive. His heart would break.”
“Rubbish. I was sent to boarding-school when I was eight. I’ve survived.”
“You! You were different—but Peter!”
She voiced the common fallacy of mothers, that their husbands as boys were of coarser fibre than their children. She bowed her head on her arms beneath the lamp and cried. Her little Peter to be thrust out and made lonely, simply because he had too much imagination! It was cruel!
CHAPTER XIII—PRICKCAUTIONS
There was no withstanding his questions. Peter had to be told why: it was because he was too Peterish. He was going for the good of Kay. All these years in trying so hard to love her, he had been harming her—it amounted to that as he understood it. He was being sent to school that he might learn to be like other children—like Riska and Eustace, for instance.
“When I’m quite like them, can I come home?”