"I am sorry for that," said Mr. Hofford, gravely, "because all boys ought to have time for play. I thought I saw you playing football yesterday?"
"Oh, I play some," admitted Roswell, "but nothing like I want to. I wish I had nothing to do but play, like Rollo there."
"You'd soon get tired of living a dog's life," said Mrs. Hofford, with an amused look.
"No, I wouldn't," said Roswell, confidently. "I never had enough play."
"Very well," said Mr. Hofford, with a queer smile. "To-morrow is Tuesday; suppose you start in and play."
"And not do any work?"
"Certainly not; no work for yourself, or anybody else."
Roswell looked at his father, as if disbelieving his ears.
"I mean it," continued Mr. Hofford. "I will tend to the horse and cow, Jennie will do the house chores and run the errands, and your mother will do the rest. You will have nothing to do but play, and I hope you will enjoy yourself."
"I'm sure I shall!" declared Roswell, joyfully.