'Why, you are a noble young gentleman,' said the grandmother, 'to take so much pains for us poor folks.'
Frank felt more ashamed, than pleased, at this praise, his heart telling him all the while, that he was making but imperfect reparation for his fault.
When they got home, he ran to the apothecary's, with the prescription. It took some time to make the preparation, and it was nearly dark, before he returned. Mr. Reed said it was too late to trust Frank so far alone, as there was no moon.
'Then let one of the big boys go with me; let Tom Blanchard go.'
'Why, you are very earnest, my little fellow,' said Mrs. Reed.
'Mrs. Reed thinks it will answer to-morrow morning.'
'I will walk there, and back again, if you are afraid to trust me with the horse.'
'No,' said Mr. Reed, 'what should I say to your father, if any accident happened to you? I will let my man Amos, go on horseback, and take it; there is no need of any one's accompanying him; he knows the place.'
It was a disappointment to Frank, not to go, for he wanted to give the little girl some money; yet he did not like to send it.