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.
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