Billy's face grew as red as his hair, but he went on in a minute:
"Her Book tells what a fellow ought to be, you know, and I think I had better get into being something worth while. If I turn short around, maybe I can—"
"Make the most of yourself, with the help of God."
"That is it exactly."
"Come over the fence. Take a hoe and begin," said Farmer Ellery.
William Knox attended the last fair in Langham. He did not go up in a balloon, but his cattle and his farm produce took first prizes. If it had been becoming for a committee to decide what farmer was universally beloved and respected, in whose honor the community fully believed, perhaps there would have been another prize offered to William. If so, his face would again have been redder than his hair, for the best men are always modest.