"What is a school like?" asked the little boy anxiously.
Few boys of ten would have been obliged to put this question, but Frank had been secluded from the world ever since he was a baby.
"There will be a good many boys, some older, some younger, than yourself. You will study lessons together, and play together."
"I think that will be nice."
"Yes; I am sure you will enjoy it."
"Did you ever go to school?"
"Oh, yes; I went to school for some years. I wish I could go again."
"Perhaps you will go to school with me."
"I can't tell," answered Ernest, vaguely. "Perhaps Juba will go to school with you."
Frank laughed.