Dick Bumstead, too, manifested an ambition to fill his second lieutenancy, to which, so much to his own surprise, he had been elected, in such a manner as to justify the company in their choice.  In this he fully succeeded.  He had become quite a different boy from what he was when we first made his acquaintance.  He had learned to respect himself, and perceived with great satisfaction that he was generally respected by the boys.  He no longer attempted to shirk his work in the shop, and his father now spoke of him with complacency, instead of complaint as formerly.

“Yes,” said he one day, “Dick’s a good boy.  He was always smart, but rather fly-a-way.  I couldn’t place any dependence upon him once, but it is not so now.  I couldn’t wish for a better boy.  I don’t know what has come over him, but I hope it’ll last.”

Dick happened to overhear his father speaking thus to a neighbor, and he only determined, with a commendable feeling of pride, that the change that had given his father so much pleasure should last.  It does a boy good to know that his efforts are appreciated.  In this case it had a happy effect upon Dick, who, I am glad to say, kept his resolution.

It has been mentioned that John was the possessor of a boat.  Finding one great source of amusement cut off, and being left very much to himself, he fell back upon this, and nearly every pleasant afternoon he might be seen rowing on the river above the dam.  He was obliged to confine himself to this part of the river, since, in the part below the dam, the water was too shallow.

There is one great drawback, however, upon the pleasure of owning a rowboat.  It is tiresome to row single-handed after a time.  So John found it, and, not being overfond of active exertion, he was beginning to get weary of this kind of amusement when all at once a new plan was suggested to him.  This was, to rig up a mast and sail, and thus obviate the necessity of rowing.

No sooner had this plan suggested itself than he hastened to put it into execution.  His boat was large enough to bear a small mast, so there was no difficulty on that head.  He engaged the village carpenter to effect the desired change.  He did not choose to consult his father on the subject, fearing that he might make some objection either on score of safety or expense, while he had made up his mind to have his own way.

When it was finished, and the boat with its slender mast and white sail floated gently on the, quiet bosom of the stream, John’s satisfaction was unbounded.

“You’ve got a pretty boat,” said Mr. Plane, the carpenter.  “I suppose you know how to manage it?” he added inquiringly.

“Yes,” answered John carelessly, “I’ve been in a sailboat before to-day.”

Mr. Plane’s doubts were set at rest by John’s confident manner, and he suppressed the caution which he had intended to give him.  It made little difference, however, for John was headstrong, and would have been pretty certain to disregard whatever he might say.