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FRANK MAKES A FRIEND.
Henry Morton rose with the sun.

This was not so early as may be supposed, for already November had touched its middle point, and the tardy sun did not make its appearance till nearly seven o'clock.

As he passed through the hall he noticed that breakfast was not quite ready.
"A little walk will sharpen my appetite," he thought.

He put on his hat, and, passing through the stable-yard at the rear, climbed over a fence and ascended a hill which he had observed from his chamber window.
The sloping sides, which had not yet wholly lost their appearance of verdure, were dotted with trees, mostly apple-trees.
"It must be delightful in summer," said the young man, as he looked thoughtfully about him.
The hill was by no means high, and five minutes' walk brought him to the summit.