"In August! Are you serious ?" "Do I look it ?" asked Peter's father.

He did.
"In Constantinople," explained Mr.Hallowell senior, "there will be nothing to distract you from your studies, and in spite of yourself every minute you will be imbibing history and local color." "I'll be imbibing fever,", returned Peter, "and sunstroke and sudden death.

If you want to get rid of me, why don't you send me to the island where they sent Dreyfus?
It's quicker.

You don't have to go to Turkey to study about Turkey." "You do!" said his father.
Peter did not wait for the festivities of commencement week.

All day he hid in his room, packing his belongings or giving them away to the members of his class, who came to tell him what a rotten shame it was, and to bid him good-by.