“If you do that, I’ll write to you for a job.”
“All right, Bobby; perhaps I’ll be able to employ you,” said Frank.
After a hard day’s canvassing, our hero obtained two orders for the health book, and then left by train for home. He reached Claster at nine o’clock, and found his brother and sister on the point of retiring.
“So you thought you’d come home to-night,” said his mother, as she kissed him. “I looked for you all afternoon.”
“I stopped to do some business at Oakwood, mother. How is father?”
“He is improving slowly.”
Just then Mr. Hardy came downstairs, and Frank went to meet him.
“Why, father, you walk almost as good as you ever did,” he cried.
“Yes, Frank; but I get tired very soon.”
“How do you feel otherwise?”