About four o'clock in the afternoon, as Mrs. Frost was sewing at
a front window, she exclaimed to Frank, who was making a kite for
his little brother Charlie, "Frank, there's Squire Haynes coming
up the road."
Frank's heart gave an anxious bound.
"Is he coming here?" he asked, with anxiety.
"Yes," said Mrs. Frost, after a moment's pause. Frank turned pale
with apprehension.
A moment afterward the huge knocker was heard to sound, and Mrs.
Frost, putting down her work, smoothed her apron and went to the
door.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Frost," said the squire, lifting his hat.
"Good afternoon, Squire Haynes. Won't you walk in?"
"Thank you; I will intrude for a few minutes. How do you do?" he
said, nodding to Frank as he entered.
"Pretty well, thank you, sir," said Frank nervously.
The squire, knowing the odium which would attach to the course he
had settled upon, resolved to show the utmost politeness to the
family he was about to injure, and justify his action by the plea
of necessity.
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