"Will it help me to be a doctor?"
"It will help you in everything."
"Could I take Coaly with me?"
"I hardly think so."
Shawn gazed out of the window. The fleecy clouds were moving majestically above the river, along the old haunts he loved so well, but something in the kind blue eyes of the good woman sitting there with folded hands, touched his innermost being, and he arose and turning squarely to face his benefactress, said: "I'll do it, Mrs. Alden."
"I thank you, Shawn."
"Yes, mam, but I did not ketch that fish I brought you for niggers to eat; they never told you I brought it."
Mrs. Alden rolled her chair near him, and placing her hand on his shoulder, said, "I appreciate your bringing it very much and will remember it."
As Shawn left the porch he turned to his little dog and said, "Oh, Lord, Coaly, we're goin' to school!"