If you know, speak out." John bit his lip resentfully.
"It's that conceited jackanapes of his--Frank Frost." "Do you mean that he is going to leave that boy to carry on the farm ?" demanded Squire Haynes, in surprise.
"Yes." "Well, all I can say is that he's more of a fool than I took him to be." "Oh, he thinks everything of Frank," said John bitterly.

"He'll be nominating him for representative next." The squire winced a little.

He had been ambitious to represent the town in the legislature, and after considerable wire-pulling had succeeded in obtaining the nomination the year previous.

But it is one thing to be nominated and another to be elected.

So the squire had found, to his cost.