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"Of course, it was awfully decent----"Then again the monstrous nature of the affair came home to him. 　　"But what did you do it _for_? Why should you rot up your ownchances to give me a look in?""Oh, I don't know.... You know, you did _me_ a jolly good turn.""I don't remember. When?""That Firby-Smith business.""What about it?""Well, you got me out of a jolly bad hole.""Oh, rot! And do you mean to tell me it was simply because of that----?"Mike appeared to him in a totally new light. He stared at him as if hewere some strange creature hitherto unknown to the human race. Mikeshuffled uneasily beneath the scrutiny. 　　"Anyhow, it's all over now," Mike said, "so I don't see what's thepoint of talking about it.""I'm hanged if it is. You don't think I'm going to sit tight and takemy first as if nothing had happened?""What can you do? The list's up. Are you going to the Old Man to askhim if I can play, like Lionel Tremayne?"The hopelessness of the situation came over Bob like a wave. He lookedhelplessly at Mike. 　　"Besides," added Mike, "I shall get in next year all right. Half asecond, I just want to speak to Wyatt about something."He sidled off. 　　"Well, anyhow," said Bob to himself, "I must see Burgess about it." Chapter 22 Wyatt Is Reminded Of An Engagement There are situations in life which are beyond one. The sensible manrealises this, and slides out of such situations, admitting imselfbeaten. Others try to grapple with them, but it never does any good. 　　When affairs get into a real tangle, it is best to sit still and letthem straighten themselves out. Or, if one does not do that, simply tothink no more about them. This is Philosophy. The true philosopher isthe man who says "All right," and goes to sleep in his arm-chair. 　　One's attitude towards Life's Little Difficulties should be that ofthe gentleman in the fable, who sat down on an acorn one day, andhappened to doze. The warmth of his body caused the acorn togerminate, and it grew so rapidly that, when he awoke, he foundhimself sitting in the fork of an oak, sixty feet from the ground. Hethought he would go home, but, finding this impossible, he altered hisplans. "Well, well," he said, "if I cannot compel circumstances to mywill, I can at least adapt my will to circumstances. I decide toremain here." Which he did, and had a not unpleasant time. The oaklacked some of the comforts of home, but the air was splendid and theview excellent. 　　To-day's Great Thought for Young Readers. Imitate this man.