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“Go home with me,” said Frank, “and you shall have some sup-per.”

The boy went glad-ly, and on the way Frank asked him ma-ny ques-tions.  When they ar-rived, Frank took him to the kitch-en, where Jane the cook gave him a warm seat and plen-ty of sup-per, for his thin face made her feel sor-ry.

When Frank had seen him com-fort-a-bly set-tled, he went up stairs to tell his fa-ther and moth-er a-bout the lad.

“Don’t you think, fa-ther,” he said, “that grand-pa would like such a boy?  He says he will be glad to work, and if moth-er will let me give him my old suit, I can take him to see grand-pa in the morning.”

“Well, Frank, you may try,” said his fa-ther.  So poor Sam had a good bed to sleep in that night, and next morn-ing the two boys went to see a-bout work for him.  Dressed in the warm clothes Frank’s moth-er gave him, he looked like quite a dif-fer-ent boy, and was ve-ry grate-ful for her kind-ness.

It was soon set-tled that Sam should live at old Mr. More’s.  He had a good ma-ny things to do:  to help take care of the chick-ens, the sheep and lambs, the cows and horses; and be-sides all this, he went to school, and with all the other boys, had great fun at coast-ing and skat-ing when school was out.  But he worked as well as he played, and proved so trust-y, that grand-ma said:  “Frank’s boy was a boy worth hav-ing.”

So Sam found a good home and Frank had the pleas-ure of know-ing that he had helped one boy to be both use-ful and hap-py.

JOEY’S EXPLOIT.

Jo-ey Hart was a boy who was sent by his fath-er to spend the sum-mer with an un-cle in the coun-try.  Jo-ey had been ill, and the doc-tor said that there was noth-ing like coun-try air to make him well a-gain.

So he set off one bright morn-ing, and be-fore night was safe at his un-cle’s farm.  His pa-pa had thought that Jo-ey might go to school dur-ing the sum-mer, but when the doc-tor heard of it he said no.  “Let the boy run wild for three months.  He will learn twice as fast next win-ter.”

He was wild with joy when he was at last at his un-cle’s.  He was so hun-gry, and the bread and but-ter and milk tast-ed so nice-ly, that he thought he should nev-er have e-nough.  Each day he was up with the sun, and by night had played so hard that al-most be-fore it was dark he was read-y to go to bed.

It was great fun to watch the men in the fields at work.  Some-times his un-cle let him ride the mow-ing ma-chine, and at such times he was ve-ry proud.  Then it was ve-ry ex-cit-ing to ride on the top of a great sway-ing load of hay, right in on to the barn floor.

La-ter on, when the hay was all gath-ered, the wheat be-gan to rip-en, and the men were bu-sy cut-ting it and gath-er-ing it in-to sheaves.  The birds act-ed as if they thought it was cut for them on-ly, for they came in such swarms that it looked as if they would eat it all and leave none for the farm-er.