Mr. Frost looked at Frank in some little curiosity.

"Perhaps," he said, smiling, "like our neighbor Holman, you have
formed a plan for bringing the war to a close."

Frank laughed. "I am not quite so presumptuous," he said. "You
remember saying last night, that if I were old enough to take
charge of the farm, you would have no hesitation in
volunteering?"

"Yes."

"Don't you think I am old enough?" asked Frank eagerly.

"Why, you are only fifteen, Frank," returned his father, in
surprise.

"I know it, but I am strong enough to do considerable work."

"It isn't so much that which is required. A man could easily be
found to do the hardest of the work. But somebody is needed who
understands farming, and is qualified to give directions. How
much do you know of that?"

"Not much at present," answered Frank modestly, "but I think I
could learn easily. Besides, there's Mr. Maynard, who is a good
farmer, could advise me whenever I was in doubt, and you could
write home directions in your letters."

"That is true," said Mr. Frost thoughtfully. "I will promise to