“Now your work,” I said, “is very different from what these young people
are doing--hard, solid, definite effort. What a relief it must be to you
to get a brief vacation up here. I couldn’t help thinking to-day, as I
watched you moving round doing nothing, how fine it must feel for you
to come up here after your hard work and put in a month of out-and-out
loafing.”
“Loafing!” he said indignantly. “I’m not loafing. I’m putting in a half
summer course in Introspection. That’s why I’m here. I get credit for
two majors for my time here.”
“Ah,” I said, as gently as I could, “you get credit here.”
He left me. I am still pondering over our new education. Meantime
I think I shall enter my little boy’s name on the books of Tuskegee
College where the education is still old-fashioned.