"
"No," said Mrs. Frost, after a moment's thought, "your father
will be all the better for all the good news we can send him. It
will make his life more tolerable."
Frank harnessed his horse to a light wagon and drove down to the
tavern.
Henry Morton was sitting on the piazza, as the day was
unusually-warm, with a book in his hand.
"Well," he said, looking up with a smile, "I hope you have come
for me."
"That is my errand, Mr. Morton," answered Frank. "If your trunk
is already packed, we will take it along with us."
"It is quite ready. If you will come up and help me downstairs
with it, I will settle with the landlord and leave at once."
This was speedily arranged, and the young man soon occupied a
seat beside Frank.
Arrived at the farmhouse, Frank introduced the new boarder to his
mother.
"I hope we shall be able to make you comfortable," said Mrs.
Frost, in a hospitable tone.
"I entertain no doubt of it," he said politely. "I am easy to
suit, and I foresee that Frank and I will become intimate
friends.
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