Play out of doors--you must have a horse to ride.

You have thought too much before your time for thinking.
Put away the troublesome things, and live in the flesh as a healthy boy should.

Trust me.

When you come to--to those matters again, they will not trouble you." In his eagerness, first one hand had gone to the boy's shoulder, then the other, and his tones grew warm with pleading, while the keen old eyes played as a searchlight over the troubled young face.
"I must tell you at least one thing, sir." The old man forced a smile around his trembling mouth, and again assumed his little jaunty lightness.
"Come, come, boy--not 'sir.' Call me 'old man' and you shall say anything." But the boy was constrained, plainly in discomfort.

"I--I can't call you that--just now--sir." "Well, if you _must_, tell me one thing--but only one! only one, mind you, boy!" In fear, but smiling, he waited.
"Well, sir, it's a shock I suffered just before I was sick.