At half-past nine, he rose, and
said half-regretfully, "I wish you were going to live in the
village this winter, Mr. Morton."
The young man smiled. "Such is my intention, Frank," he said
quietly.
"Shall you stay?" said Frank joyfully. "I suppose you will board
here?"
"I should prefer a quieter boarding-place. Can you recommend
one?"
Frank hesitated.
"Where," continued Mr. Morton, "I could enjoy the companionship
of an intelligent young gentleman of your age?"
"If we lived nearer the village," Frank began, and stopped
abruptly.
"Half a mile would be no objection to me. As I don't think you
will find it unpleasant, Frank, I will authorize you to offer
your mother five dollars a week for a room and a seat at her
table."
"I am quite sure she would be willing, Mr. Morton, but I am
afraid we should not live well enough to suit you. And I don't
think you ought to pay so much as five dollars a week."
"Leave that to me, Frank. My main object is to obtain a pleasant
home; and that I am sure I should find at your house.
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