He resolved to lose no time in making
his call.
"Frank," said his mother, as he entered the house, "I want you to
go down to the store some time this forenoon, and get me half a
dozen pounds of sugar."
"Very well, mother, I'll go now. I suppose it won't make any
difference if I don't come back for an hour or two."
"No, that will be in time."
Mrs. Frost did not ask Frank where he was going. She had perfect
faith in him, and felt sure that he would never become involved
in anything discreditable.
Frank passed through the village without stopping at the store.
He deferred his mother's errand until his return. Passing up the
village street, he stopped before the fine house of Squire
Haynes. Opening the gate he walked up the graveled path and rang
the bell.
A servant-girl came to the door.
"Is Squire Haynes at home?" inquired Frank.
"Yes, but he's eating breakfast."
"Will he be through soon?"
"Shure and I think so."
"Then I will step in and wait for him."
"Who shall I say it is?"
"Frank Frost.
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