“O, you beseeching puss!” said her father, “you wish me to give it to you, I dare say.”
“Yes, sir—do; and I’ll give it to Frank right off.”
“Thank you; but Frank would not take it,” said the lad. “Papa’s bargain was square and fair, and I’m bound to stand by it.”
“What made you go and hoe, then, before breakfast?” cried Kate, looking blissfully proud of her bright-faced brother.
“Because I thought I would,” responded Frank.
“Frank,” spoke up Mr. Hallock, “what would you do, were you in my place, with that cornfield?”
“Me? I? O, I would give it to the hurt circusboy, Harry Cornwall.”
“It is Harry Cornwall’s,” said Mr. Hallock.
After breakfast something happened.