“Settle the Garrison matter first of all, and then put the balance of the money in the bank.”
“And after that?”
“I’ll have to get well before I make up my mind. I can do nothing so long as I am tied down to the house.”
With the store burnt out, Frank scarcely knew what to do with himself. When the débris was cleared away by the owner of the property, he went around to hunt for anything of value, but nothing was forthcoming.
Frank was very thoughtful when he came home the following Saturday. He chopped a big pile of wood, and cleaned up the garden and the cellar.
“I’m going to find something to do next week,” he told his mother. “With father laid up and the store gone, it won’t do for me to remain idle.”
“I am afraid you’ll not find it easy to get a position in Claster,” answered Mrs. Hardy, as she placed an affectionate hand on his shoulder.
“I was thinking of looking for a place in Philadelphia, mother.”
“What, away from home!”
“I’ve got to strike out for myself some day.”