Jacob, too, was capable and faithful, so that the farm work went on as well probably as if Mr.Frost had been at home.
One evening toward the middle of June, Frank walked out into the fields with Mr.Morton.The corn and potatoes were looking finely.

The garden vegetables were up, and to all appearance doing well.

Frank surveyed the scene with a feeling of natural pride.
"Don't you think I would make a successful farmer, Mr.Morton ?" he asked.
"Yes, Frank; and more than this, I think you will be likely to succeed in any other vocation you may select." "I am afraid you're flattering me, Mr.Morton." "Such is not my intention, Frank, but I like to award praise where I think it due.

I have noticed in you a disposition to be faithful to whatever responsibility is imposed upon you, and wherever I see that I feel no hesitation in predicting a successful career." "Thank you," said Frank, looking very much pleased with the compliment.
"I try to be faithful.

I feel that father has trusted me more than it is usual to trust boys of my age, and I want to show myself worthy of his confidence." "You are fortunate in having a father, Frank," said the young man, with a shade of sadness in his voice.