Now in some hour of enforced reflection during a temporary illness he begins to count the cost, to think how little he has in common with that growing boy of his.

But still he does no more than wish that he might have more time for play and could see his way to longer and less interrupted vacations.

Perhaps on his next period of relaxation he plunges into an orgy of physical exercise--plays to the point of exhaustion--enjoys it, too, and sleeps like a log.

Oh, this is the life once more! When he returns to town he determines to take more time for exercise; he will keep up his tennis or golf.

But once back at work, he must make up for lost time.