It seemed to him that Mary V had very little to do, harping away still at that subject.

He had been secretly a bit homesick for the ranch, but now he thanked heaven, emphatically enough to make up for any lack of sincerity, that he was where he was.
He got out his aviation circulars again and went over them one by one, though he could almost repeat them with his eyes' shut.

He tried to dream of future greatness, but instead he could only feel depressed and hopeless.

It would take a long, long time to save enough money to learn the game.

And the earning was dreary work at best.