“With such qualifications it seems certain you would achieve success in college, graduate high, and, in time, become a distinguished professional man, or perhaps professor.”
“Perhaps I might; but, father, in spite of my taste for study, I have one taste still stronger.”
“What is that?”
“A taste for adventure. I want to see the world, to visit strange countries, to become acquainted with strange people.”
As the boy spoke his face became flushed and animated.
Mr. Fenwick looked surprised.
“Certainly,” he said, “you don’t get this taste from me. When I was a boy I used to stay indoors to read and study. I cared nothing for the sports and games that interested my school companions.”
Guy smiled.
“I believe you, father,” he said. “You don’t go out half enough now. Instead of shutting yourself up in your study, you would be stronger and healthier if you would walk five miles a day.”
Mr. Fenwick slightly shuddered.