He did not mean to be a farmer nor a lumberman.

He was going to the city, and there make his fortune.

He did not say it in words, but his tone, his manner, everything about him, proclaimed his confidence that some day he would be a great man.

And Maimie believed him, not because it seemed reasonable, or because there seemed to be any ground for his confidence, but just because Ranald said it.

His superb self-confidence wrought in her assurance.
"And then," he said, proudly, "I am going to see you." "Oh, I hope you will not wait till then," she answered.
"I do not know," he said.