CHAPTER XXIX. MR. MORTON'S STORY
The planting-season was over. For a month Frank had worked
industriously, in conjunction with Jacob Carter. His father had
sent him directions so full and minute, that he was not often
obliged to call upon Farmer Maynard for advice. The old farmer
proved to be very kind and obliging. Jacob, too, was capable and
faithful, so that the farmwork went on as well probably as if Mr.
Frost had been at home.
One evening toward the middle of June, Frank walked out into the
fields with Mr. Morton. The corn and potatoes were looking
finely. The garden vegetables were up, and to all appearance
doing well. Frank surveyed the scene with a feeling of natural
pride.
"Don't you think I would make a successful farmer, Mr. Morton?"
he asked.
"Yes, Frank; and more than this, I think you will be likely to
succeed in any other vocation you may select."
"I am afraid you're flattering me, Mr. Morton."
"Such is not my intention, Frank, but I like to award praise
where I think it due.
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