This
brought him to the road that connected the village with North
Rossville, two miles distant.
Coming from a different direction, a boy reached the stile about
the same time with himself, and both clambered over together.
"It is a beautiful morning," said the young man courteously.
"Yes, sir," was the respectful answer. "Have you been up looking
at the view?"
"Yes--and to get an appetite for breakfast. And you?"
Frank Frost--for it was he--laughed. "Oh, I am here on quite a
different errand," he said. "I used to come here earlier in the
season to drive the cows to pasture. I come this morning to carry
some milk to a neighbor who takes it of us. She usually sends for
it, but her son is just now sick with the measles."
"Yet I think you cannot fail to enjoy the pleasant morning, even
if you are here for other purposes."
"I do enjoy it very much," said Frank. "When I read of beautiful
scenery in other countries, I always wish that I could visit
them, and see for myself."
"Perhaps you will some day.
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