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_COPE GOES A-SAILING_
Cope was himself in a few days. He set aside his aunt's counsel in regard
to a better regimen, as well as her more specific hints, made in view of
the near approach of rough weather, that he provide himself with rubbers
and an umbrella, even if he would not hear of a rain-coat. "Am I made of
money?" he asked. He gave a like treatment to some intimations contributed
by Medora Phillips during her call: he met them with the smiling, polite,
half-weary patience which a man sometimes employs to inform a woman that
she doesn't quite know what she is talking about. He presently in as active
circulation, on the campus and elsewhere, as ever. The few who looked after
him at all came to the view that he possessed more mettle than stamina. He
had no special fondness for athletics; he was doing little to keep--still
less to increase--a young man's natural endowment of strength and vigor.
Occasional tennis on the faculty courts, and not much else.
So the vast gymnasium went for little with him, and the wide football field
for less, and the great lake, close by, for nothing.
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