CHAPTER VI.MR.FROST MAKES UP HIS MIND.
"Well, Frank," said his father at supper-time, "I've been speaking to Mr.Maynard this afternoon about your plan." "What did he say ?" asked Frank, dropping his knife and fork in his eagerness.
"After he had thought a little, he spoke of it favorably.

He said that, being too old to go himself, he should be glad to do anything in his power to facilitate my going, if I thought it my duty to do so." "Didn't he think Frank rather young for such an undertaking ?" asked Mrs.
Frost doubtfully.
"Yes, he did; but still he thought with proper advice and competent assistance he might get along.

For the first, he can depend upon Mr.
Maynard and myself; as for the second, Mr.Maynard suggested a good man, who is seeking a situation as farm laborer." "Is it anybody in this town ?" asked Frank.
"No, it is a man from Brandon, named Jacob Carter.

Mr.Maynard says he is honest, industrious, and used to working on a farm.

I shall write to him this evening." "Then you have decided to go!" exclaimed Frank and his mother in concert.
"It will depend in part upon the answer I receive from this man Carter.
I shall feel if he agrees to come, that I can go with less anxiety." "How we shall miss you!" said his wife, in a subdued tone.
"And I shall miss you quite as much.