“Yes. Golf. Some football. Cross-country run.”
“That’s it; the distance run. Been under some nervous strain, lately, too?”
“Try to run The Guardian for a month and see!”
“Well, the college athletics began it, and overwork and worry have brought it out. Those endurance tests will get a boy’s heart—”
“Heart! Have I got heart-disease? What kind?”
“Never mind the big names. Nothing to worry over. You’ll live a hundred years for all of it. But it’s there all right.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Try another physician, then, my spoiled child.”
“I beg your pardon, doc. Of course, I know it’s right if you say so. But it—it’s—”
“Rather a soaker, eh? Don’t let it worry you. You’re sound enough to go ahead and raise any amount of Hades here, so far as your heart goes. I won’t say so much for your nerves.”