She had perfect faith in him, and felt sure that he would never become involved in anything discreditable.
Frank passed through the village without stopping at the store.

He deferred his mother's errand until his return.

Passing up the village street, he stopped before the fine house of Squire Haynes.

Opening the gate he walked up the graveled path and rang the bell.
A servant-girl came to the door.
"Is Squire Haynes at home ?" inquired Frank.
"Yes, but he's eating breakfast." "Will he be through soon ?" "Shure and I think so." "Then I will step in and wait for him." "Who shall I say it is ?" "Frank Frost." Squire Haynes had just passed his cup for coffee when Bridget entered and reported that Frank Frost was in the drawing-room and would like to see him when he had finished his breakfast.
"Frank Frost!" repeated the squire, arching his eyebrows.

"What does he want, I wonder ?" "Shure he didn't say," said Bridget.
"Very well." "He is captain of the boys' company, John, isn't he ?" asked the squire.
"Yes," said John sulkily.