He passed a delicate white hand gracefully over his tall, pale forehead, and smiled indulgently.
"Youth relaxes in summer," he said.

"Boyhood is the age of relaxation; one is playful, light, free, unfettered.

One runs and leaps and enjoys one's self with one's companions.

It is good for the little lads to play with their friends; they jostle, push, and wrestle, and simulate little, happy struggles with one another in harmless conflict.

The young muscles are toughening.