othy's School with a large medicine chest, bottles of "tonics," salves, and ointments, and various cosmetics —for his mother had always delighted in his complexion. When he had unpacked and arranged all these things, the little alcove that was to be his domicile for the next nine months looked like a chemist's closet. He was a big, well-built, roseate boy, and one would never have suspected the delicacy of his organism as he and his mother conceived it. Ex cept for a year at a small private school in New York, where he lived, he had always been under a tutor, for Mrs. Skilton had felt that he was not strong enough to cope with the roughness and 3