It was rather chilling to receive his mother’s letter in reply, with all the mis-spelled words listed and corrected.
“But it is nice to have you so enthusiastic about your brother’s performance, and so proud of him,” she wrote. “I am glad you gave us such a good account; I suppose it was Charles’s modesty, but from his letter about the game I could n’t have told that he did anything noteworthy. We’re so glad that he distinguished himself, and that you were there to enjoy it and to tell us of it.”
With the hockey season at an end, Edward expected that Sheldon would settle down to his work with the crew. But the captain was hardly more regular in his attendance than before. When the ice was good, he would be skating; when there was no ice, he would spend part of his time practising his feats in the gymnasium. The crew-squad grew in size slowly, but Edward retained his place in the first division and rowed regularly at number three. Davis, a Sixth Former who had recently come out as a candidate, was put in at stroke; Sheldon himself
