Meredith assures us that
this is chiefly a nervous symptom, which will pass off presently. He
says Fred is a little run down, and he advises raw eggs and milk
between meals. I assume that the doctor is right, but it seems strange
to me that a boy should get run down through foot-ball exercise.
However, he is to go abroad for six months, which ought to mend
matters, and then buckle down to work with Leggatt & Paine. He is an
honest, manly fellow, who will make friends, and, provided he does not
break his neck in following the hounds or playing polo, is likely to do
well.
David, my second boy, is a born chemist and a genuine book-lover
besides. He is at the School of Science, to which we decided to send
him, instead of to college, in view of the fact that his proclivities
were in the line of gases and forces rather than Greek roots and
history. He is doing famously, I believe; and though I am a profound
ignoramus on such matters, I should not be at all surprised if he were
to make a name for himself early in life by some valuable discovery in
the electrical or bacillic line. He has lately made a test of all the
wall-papers and upholstery in our house, and discovered, to our dismay,
that there is arsenic in pretty nearly everything, including some of
the bed-sheets, which, strange to state, in spite of their innocent
appearance, proved to be particularly full of the deleterious poison.
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