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A LETTER FROM THE CAMP.
The little family at the Frost farm looked forward with anxious eagerness to the first letter from the absent father.
Ten days had elapsed when Frank was seen hurrying up the road with something in his hand.
Alice saw him first, and ran in, exclaiming, "Mother, I do believe Frank has got a letter from father.

He is running up the road." Mrs.Frost at once dropped her work, no less interested than her daughter, and was at the door just as Frank, flushed with running, reached the gate.
"What'll you give me for a letter ?" he asked triumphantly.
"Give it to me quick," said Mrs.Frost.

"I am anxious to learn whether your father is well." "I guess he is, or he wouldn't have written such a long letter." "How do you know it's long ?" asked Alice.

"You haven't read it." "I judge from the weight.