The future of Caius was prearranged, and Caius did not gainsay the arrangement.
That autumn the lad went away from home to a city which is, without doubt, a very beautiful city, and joined the ranks of students in a medical school which for size and thorough work is not to be despised.
He was not slow to drink in the new ideas which a first introduction to modern science, and a new view of the relations of most things, brought to his mind.
In the first years Caius came home for his summer vacations, and helped his father upon the farm.

The old man had money, but he had no habit of spending it, and expenditure, like economy, is a practice to be acquired.

When Caius came the third time for the long summer holiday, something happened.
He did not now often walk in the direction of the Day farm; there was no necessity to take him there, only sentiment.

He was by this time ashamed of the emblazonment of his poetic effort upon the cliff.

He was not ashamed of the sentiment which had prompted it, but he was ashamed of its exhibition.