He was my sister's favorite son, and I always took a special interest in him myself.

I did my best to bring him up the way he ought to go.

But there was just nothing to be done with him.

His tastes were naturally low.

He took to music!" What form this debasing taste for music assumed I did not inquire; and I was able to grant my friend's wish.
While in the White House I always tried to get a couple of hours' exercise in the afternoons--sometimes tennis, more often riding, or else a rough cross-country walk, perhaps down Rock Creek, which was then as wild as a stream in the White Mountains, or on the Virginia side along the Potomac.