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Just then John's class was called up, and his dislike to Frank
was not diminished by the superiority of his recitation. The
latter, undisturbed by John's feelings, did not give a thought to
him, but reflected with a touch of pain that this must be his
last Latin recitation in school for a long time to come.
CHAPTER IX. THE LAST EVENING AT HOME
Three weeks passed quickly. October had already reached its
middle point. The glory of the Indian summer was close at hand.
Too quickly the days fled for the little family at the farm, for
they knew that each brought nearer the parting of which they
could not bear to think.
Jacob Carter, who had been sent for to do the heavy work on the
farm, had arrived. He was a man of forty, stout and able to work,
but had enjoyed few opportunities of cultivating his mind. Though
a faithful laborer, he was destitute of the energy and ambition
which might ere this have placed him in charge of a farm of his
own. In New England few arrive at his age without achieving some
position more desirable and independent than that of farm
laborer.
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