“And I am nineteen, and look twenty-one.”
“All the better! The older you look the better, If you are going to be a college instructor. I would have to wait a long time if I wanted to, even if I were a good deal wiser than I am now. I am so young, in short, that I can afford to have a good time.”
“It seems to me that is all you think of, Sherwood.”
“Oh, well, I'll reform in time and become a sober old duffer like you,” and Walter Sherwood laughed carelessly.
“I hope, at any rate, that you will change your views of life. You know what Longfellow says: 'Life is real! Life is earnest!'”
“Oh, yes, I know that by heart. But it's no use, Gates, you can't make an old man of me before my time. Will it disturb you if I play a tune or two on my violin?”
“Well, to tell the truth, it will. I want to get my Greek lesson, and you had better do the same.”
“No, I will read a novel, and you can read over the Greek to me when you have dug it out.”
“I will if you wish, but I am afraid I am spoiling you by doing your studying for you.”
“Remember, I was out late last night.”