ippery dam and the dingy
old red mill, in the other direction, he seemed to see a vision of
great buildings and streets and crowds of busy men, while the swishing
ripple of the Cocahutchie changed into the rush and roar of the great
city he was setting his heart upon. He gave it up for that evening,
and went home and went to bed, but even then it seemed to him as if he
were about to let go of something and take hold of something else.

"I've done that often enough," he said to himself. "I'll have to leave
the blacksmith's trade now, but I'm kind o' glad I learned it. I'm
glad I didn't have my shoes on when I went into the water, though.
Soaking isn't good for that kind of shoes. Don't I know? I've worked
in every shoe-shop in Crofield, some. Didn't get any pay, except in
shoes; but then I learned the trade, and that's something. I never had
an opportunity to stay long in any one place, but I could stay in the
city."

Then another kind of dreaming set in, and the next thing he knew it was
Sunday morning, with a promise of a sunny, sultry, sleepy kind of day.

It was not easy for the Ogden family to shut out all talk about
fishing, while they were eating Jack's fish for breakfast, but they
avoided the subject until Jack went to dress. Jack was quite another
boy by the time he was ready for church. He was skillful with the
shoe-brush, and from his shoes upward he was a surprise.

"You do look well," said Mary, as he and she were on their way to
church. "But how you did look when you came home last night!"

There was little opportunity for conversation, for the walk before the
Ogden family from their gate to the church-door was not long.

The little processions toward the village green did not divide fairly
after reaching there that morning. The larger part of each aimed
itself at the middle of the green, although the building there was no
larger than either of the two that stood at its right and left.

"Everybody's coming to hear Elder Holloway," said Jack. "They say it
takes a fellow a good while to learn how to preach."

Mrs. Ogden and Aunt Melinda led their part of the procession, and Jack
and his father followed them in. There were ten Ogdens, and the family
pew held six. Just as they were going in, some one asked Mary to go
into the choir. Little Sally nestled in her mother's lap; Bob and Jim
were small and thin and only counted for one; Bessie and Sue went in,
and so did their father, and then