He asked me if I belonged to the 'sorehead' gang.

I answered as evasively as I could.

Then dad brought his list down on the table and told me he prayed that I wouldn't go through life with any false notions about my personal dimensions.

He told me, rather explosively, that I would never be a bit bigger, in anyone's estimation than I proved myself to be." "Hot, was he ?" asked Bayliss, with a half sneer.
"He started out that way," replied Hudson.

"But pretty soon Dad became dignified, and asked me where I had ever gotten the notion that I amounted to any more than any other fellow of the same brain caliber." "What did you tell him?
asked Bert Dodge, frowning.
"I couldn't tell him much," retorted Hudson, smiling wearily.
"Dad was primed to do most of the talking.