But this plan of yours requires consideration.

I will talk it over with your mother and Mr.Maynard, and will then come to a decision." "I was afraid you would laugh at me," said Frank.
"No," said his father, "it was a noble thought, and does you credit.

I shall feel that, whatever course I may think it wisest to adopt." The sound of a bell from the house reached them.

This meant breakfast.
Mr.Frost had finished milking, and with a well-filled pail in either hand, went toward the house.
"Move the milking:-stool, Frank," he said, looking behind him, "or the cow will kick it over." Five minutes later they were at breakfast.
"I have some news for you, Mary," said Mr.Frost, as he helped his wife to a sausage.
"Indeed ?" said she, looking up inquiringly.
"Some one has offered to take charge of the farm for me, in case I wish to go out as a soldier." "Who is it ?" asked Mrs.Frost, with strong interest.
"A gentleman with whom you are well--I may say intimately acquainted," was the smiling response.
"It isn't Mr.Maynard ?" "No.

It is some one that lives nearer than he." "How can that be?
He is our nearest neighbor." "Then you can't guess ?" "No.