"Indeed?" said she, looking up inquiringly.
"Some one has offered to take charge of the farm for me, in case I wish to go out as a soldier."
"Who is it?" asked Mrs. Frost, with strong interest.
"A gentleman with whom you are well--I may say intimately acquainted," was the smiling response.
"No. It is some one that lives nearer than he."
"How can that be? He is our nearest neighbor."
"Suppose I should say that it is your oldest son?"
"What, Frank?" exclaimed Mrs. Frost, turning from her husband to her son, whose flushed face indicated how anxious he was about his mother's favorable opinion.