“You’ve played—your last——?”
“That’s right. I’m going to college on a new basis. The curriculum requires enough athletics to keep a fellow in trim, and that’s all I’m going to have, after this. It’s no use pretending that a fellow can do his best work on his studies when he’s so tired that it’s all he can do to sit up. I’m face to face with the business of being a man, Jack.”
Jacquette walked a little way, dumb with astonishment.
Bobs Drake forswearing football! She was almost afraid of him! But at last she turned.
“Robin Sidney Drake!” she said, “You make me so proud of you, I don’t know how to express it!”
To say that Bobs looked pleased, tells nothing. His whole face beamed.
“My! You make me as happy as a big sun-flower!” he answered, fervently.
They were almost home, now.
“Robin Sidney Drake,” he repeated, presently. “That’s the way you’ll have to address the envelopes when I’m at college, next year.”
“What envelopes, sir?”