"I suppose that is my breakfast-bell," said the young man. "It
finds me with a good appetite. Good morning, Frank. I will expect
you, then, this evening."
Frank returned home, feeling quite pleased with his invitation.
"I wish," thought he, "that I might see considerable of Mr.
Morton. I could learn a great deal from him, he has seen so
much."
His road led him past the house of Squire Haynes. John was
sauntering about the yard with his hands in his pockets.
"Good morning, John," said Frank, in a pleasant voice.
John did not seem inclined to respond to this politeness. On
seeing Frank he scowled, and without deigning to make a reply
turned his back and went into the house. He had not forgotten the
last occasion on which they had met in the woods, when Frank
defeated his cruel designs upon poor Pomp. There was not much
likelihood that he would forget it very soon.
"I can't understand John," thought Frank. "The other boys will
get mad and get over it before the next day; John broods over it
for weeks.
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