Nights and mornings and Saturdays I worked with a will and my book in my pocket or at the side of the field and was, I know, a help of some value on the farm.

My scholarship improved rapidly and that year I went about as far as I could hope to go in the little school at Leonard's Corners.
"I wouldn't wonder if ol' Kate was right about our boy," said Aunt Deel one day when she saw me with my book in the field.
I began to know then that ol' Kate had somehow been at work in my soul--subconsciously as I would now put it.

I was trying to put truth into the prophecy.

As I look at the whole matter these days I can see that Mr.Grimshaw himself was a help no less important to me, for it was a sharp spur with which he continued to prod us..