CHAPTER XXVII
AT HOME ONCE MORE
Frank found that Bobby Frost had a very nice home indeed, and he wondered greatly why the boy had ever dreamed of leaving it to go to the city on a wild-goose chase.
Mrs. Frost was a kindly-looking woman, while her husband was rather silent and stern, although just and good.
“Yes, Bobby has confessed what you did for him,” said Mrs. Frost, after the young book agent was introduced. “You were more than kind, and I shall never forget you.”
“Perhaps a few days in the city would have done him no harm,” came from her husband. “He would speedily have discovered that to make a fortune is not so easy. How are you getting along with your book selling?”
“Very well,” answered our hero, and related a few particulars.
“Don’t you ever have folks set the dog on you?” asked Bobby. “I’ve read about that being done.”
“No; I’ve never met a savage dog yet,” answered Frank. “But, then, you must remember, I haven’t been at the business very long.”
“Let us hope you never meet a savage dog,” answered Mrs. Frost with a shudder. “I had an experience once which I will never forget.”
“Why, ma, you never told me about it,” cried Bobby.