? ? ? ? "With all my heart."
? ? ? ? "All right, father. Thank you."
? ? ? ? Sam delivered the invitation in a way that showed how strongly his own feelings were enlisted in favor of its acceptance. Frank grasped his hand.
? ? ? ? "Thank you, Sam, you are a true friend," he said.
? ? ? ? "I hadn't begun to think of what we were to do, Grace and I."
? ? ? ? "You'll come, won't you?"
? ? ? ? "You are sure that it won't trouble your mother, Sam?"
? ? ? ? "She is anxious to have you come."
? ? ? ? "Then I'll come. I haven't formed any plans yet, but I must as soon--as soon as mother is buried. I think I can earn my living somehow. One thing I am determined about--I won't go to the poorhouse."
? ? ? ? The funeral was over. Frank and Grace walked back to the little house, now their home no longer. They were to pack up a little bundle of clothes and go over to Mr. Pomeroy's in time for supper.
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