His walk through the wood.
There was a wild and solitary road which led through the wood. Tony went on through this road, with his fishing-pole over his shoulder, and his box of bait in his hand. He wore a frock, like a plowman’s frock, over his dress. It was one which his mother had made for him. This frock was a light and cool garment, and Tony liked to wear it very much.
When Tony had got so far that he thought there was no danger of his being called back, and the interest which he had felt in making his escape began to subside, as the work had been accomplished, he paused, and began to reflect upon what he was doing.
He almost decides to return and help his father.
“I have a great mind to go back, after all,” he said, “and help my father.”
So he turned round, and began to walk slowly back toward the house.
“No, I won’t,” said he again; “I will go a fishing.”
So he turned again, and began to walk on.
“At any rate,” he added, speaking to himself all the time, “I will go a fishing for a while, and then, perhaps, I will go back and help my father.”