CHAPTER XI
THE BOAT RACE
IN the next week there was an opportunity for Edward to have his head turned; perhaps his father feared something of the kind.
“I wish I could have seen your spectacular performance,” wrote Mr. Crashaw. “I’m immensely pleased that you should have risen so adequately to the occasion. What I want to he sure of now is that you can measure up just as well to the long steady pull next week—where it’s not merely a grand-stand play of the moment. Your mother and I have decided to go down to St. John’s and see the race. It is n’t so easy for us to decide how we’ll cheer. I guess I will wait for her to make her choice, and then I’ll choose the other.”
The morning of the race came, a fine bracing morning, with a keen northwest wind. There was an early start from St. Timothy’s,
