And when at last he slowly picked himself up, turned his back upon the darting fishes, and walked towards the schoolhouse, he had in his mind some vague notion that perhaps he would be different from that time forth.

Just what he was going to do, or how to commence doing it, he didn't know; but the story, to which he had seemed not to listen at all, had crept into his heart, had commenced its work; very dimly was it working, very blindly he might grope for a while, but the seed sown had taken root..