“Don't you think I am old enough?” asked Frank eagerly.
“Why, you are only fifteen, Frank,” returned his father, in surprise.
“I know it, but I am strong enough to do considerable work.”
“It isn't so much that which is required. A man could easily be found to do the hardest of the work. But somebody is needed who understands farming, and is qualified to give directions. How much do you know of that?”
“Not much at present,” answered Frank modestly, “but I think I could learn easily. Besides, there's Mr. Maynard, who is a good farmer, could advise me whenever I was in doubt, and you could write home directions in your letters.”
“That is true,” said Mr. Frost thoughtfully. “I will promise to give it careful consideration. But have you thought that you will be obliged to give up attending school.”
“Yes, father.”
“And, of course, that will put you back; your class-mates will get in advance of you.”
“I have thought of that, father, and I shall be very sorry for it. But I think that is one reason why I desire the plan.”
“I don't understand you, Frank,” said his father, a little puzzled.