"Yes, now we shall hope to attain to something in life," said the schoolmaster, "better than running after blind men and numbers. What do you say to the Training School?"
"Yes, I should like to go there."
"You mean the Agricultural School?"
"Yes."
"That is certainly the best; it gives other prospects than those of a schoolmaster."
"But how can I get there? I do so wish it, but I have no means."
"Be industrious and good, and the means will be found."
Ovind was quite overwhelmed with gratitude. He felt the kindling in the eye, the lightheartedness, the endless fire of love, that comes when we experience the unexpected kindness of our fellow-men. The whole future presents itself for a moment, with that sort of feeling one has when walking in fresh mountain air, of being borne along rather than of walking.
When they came home, both the parents were in the sitting-room, quietly waiting there, though it was the busy time of the day. The schoolmaster entered first; Ovind after; both were smiling.
"Now?" said the father, laying aside a prayer-book, where he had just been reading a catechumen's prayer.