Everyone went about his or her daily business with no implication whatever that something extraordinary was going to happen tomorrow.

Perhaps they were all secretly relieved that he was off.

He had been, he knew, something of a failure during these last months; one trouble after another; the scandal of his visit to the Fair as the grand finale.

He felt that there was, in some way, some injustice in all this.
He had no desire to be bad or rebellious--on the contrary he wished to do all that his elders ordered him--but he could not prevent the rising of his own individuality, which showed him quite clearly whether he should do a thing or no.

It was as though something inside him pushed him...