But that was not why A voice from far out on the playground cried: --All in! And other voices cried: --All in! All in! During the writing lesson he sat with his arms folded, listening to the slow scraping of the pens. While the men were milking the boys would take turns in riding the tractable mare round the field. The wide playgrounds were swarming with boys. "Leave us, leave us"--I was already, at the door, hurrying her off.