"It's a glorious day.

We start right after dinner.

Let us get your things in a bundle." David made no answer, but three minutes later he was on his knees unlocking his trunk, with Father Roland standing close beside him.
Something of the humour of the situation possessed him as he flung out, one by one, the various articles of his worthless apparel, and when he had all but finished he looked up into the Missioner's face.

Father Roland was staring into the trunk, an expression of great surprise in his countenance which slowly changed to one of eager joy.

He made a sudden dive, and stood back with a pair of boxing gloves in his hands.
From the gloves he looked at David, and then back at the gloves, fondling them as if they had been alive, his hands almost trembling at the smooth touch of them, his eyes glowing like the eyes of a child that had come into possession of a wonderful toy.