Either Theo would have to
purchase something with his own money----"
"I have only saved a dollar out of my allowance," interrupted Theo
dubiously.
"Or he would have to do something, or make something, for
Mr. Croyden," concluded the Doctor.
"I don't see what I could do," mused Theo.
"You couldn't make anything, son?" asked his mother.
"Nothing good enough," responded Theo, shaking his head.
"Don't they teach you how to make anything at school?"
"No, sir."
"All head and no hands, I suppose," retorted Dr. Swift
scornfully. "That is the way with our modern educational system. It is
a poor plan on which to bring up a boy. I wish I had realized it
before. Louisa, why didn't you see to this?" blustered the Doctor.
"You picked out Theo's studies yourself, my dear."
"I?"
"Certainly. You took the outline and checked off the things you wished
Theo to take this year."
"You did, Father," put in Theo.
"When did I do it?"
"Oh, one day when you were on your way to a hospital meeting,"
answered the boy. "You were in a hurry, and you stood out in the hall
and marked the list with your fountain-pen."
"Then I am heartily ashamed of myself," confessed Dr.
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