“Couldn’t I stop trying to go to school? It’s no use, really. Let me go to work.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, dear. What could you do?”
“I don’t know. Something. I don’t want to worry you.”
“You know you don’t worry me. I want you to find yourself.”
“Uh-huh.” He twirled a button on his coat.
“Well,” she said, “we’ll think about it. You spend the summer here and get a good rest.”
“What’s it like?”
“Oh, I think you’ll like it very much. There are plenty of people for you to play with.”
“How are you?”
“Better, I think. Doctor Browning says to be very quiet this summer, and it ought to work wonders.”