I have not forgotten that my grandfather fought at Bunker Hill." "I know, father," said Frank, nodding; "and that's his musket that hangs up in your room, isn't it ?" "Yes; it was his faithful companion for three years.

I often think with pride of his services.

I have been trying to think all day whether I couldn't make some arrangement to have the farm carried on in my absence; but it is very hard to obtain a person in whom I could confide." "If I were as good a manager as some," said Mrs.Frost, with a smile, "I would offer to be your farmer; but I am afraid that, though my intentions would be the best, things would go on badly under my administration." "You have enough to do in the house, Mary," said her husband.

"I should not wish you to undertake the additional responsibility, even if you were thoroughly competent.

I am afraid I shall have to give up the idea of going." Mr.Frost took up the evening paper.