Ill have to go East to Yale or Harvard and get all they have.

Then will come a lot of individual research, and--Oh, mother, I don't know." "And all the time you'll have to keep near to God and never lose your faith in the gospel, for what doth it profit if you gain the whole world of knowledge and lose your own soul." The mother came to him and ran her fingers lovingly through his hair.

"But you're equal to it, my son; I believe you can do it." This was a sample of many such discussions, and the conclusion was reached that Dorian should work harder than ever, if that were possible, for two or perhaps three years, by which time the farms could be rented and the income derived from them be enough to provide for the mother's simple needs and the son's expenses while at school.
Spring came early that year, and Dorian was glad of it, for he was eager to be out in the growing world and turn that growth to productiveness.
When the warm weather came for good, books were laid aside, though not forgotten.

From daylight until dark, he was busy.

The home farm was well planted, the dry-farm wheat was growing beautifully.