So, he wandered in the garden and carried his little book, and discovered the delight of scientific hoarding for the benefit of his pride and for the future of his son.
"Week ending June 23:
| Wages | £2 | 10 | 0 |
| Share of Tips | £5 | 3 | 6" |
Sacred symbols! He was not unconscious of the flowers and of the fruit, or of old Bowden putting in an extra hour each day,—not for love—but because of his percentages. His figures set him dreaming dreams. Tips averaging £5 a week in summer! With good health he might count on an income of £250 to £300 a year, and with his keep and his uniform thrown in. Kit was costing him about twenty-five shillings a week; his own personal expenses were very small. That should leave him at least £5 a week to play with.
"Save half,—and use the other half on education."
He began to think that he might launch out on his first adventure.
He wanted to take the boy away from the town school.
Sorrell spoke to Thomas Roland on the subject, and each man found that the other had very definite views on education, and that on some points they differed.
"What is your idea, Stephen?"
"A private tutor for a year or two."
"Can you afford it?"
"I might—if I can find a good local man."
"And what about games?"
Yes, that was a difficulty. Neither man believed in mass production as applied to education, but Roland did believe in games.
"Getting kicked on the shins, you know, and learning to keep your temper, and not to squeal 'off-side' on every ossible occasion. A boy wants it."
"All boys?"
"I think all boys ought to know how to take punishment."
"I want my boy to be something more than a healthy young animal with nice manners."
