Frank laughed pleasantly, believing that “Mistah Johnsing” was romancing a trifle. Then he said: “I believe our contract on the teams was for twelve hours’ service, Mr. Johnson?” “Dat am correct, sah.” “If you say so, I will give them a good feed and do our moving from the house to the rooms upstairs here. Of course I will pay your man for the extra labor.” “Dat am highly satisfact’ry to me, Mistah Newton.” The two teams were driven over to the cottage and unhitched in front of it. Frank rigged up a convenient feed trough, gave the horses their oats, and invited Boyle to join him at supper. Frank had talked over the moving question with his mother that morning. He found that she had put in a busy day. All the pictures were removed from the walls and neatly encased in newspapers. The books had been placed in boxes; everything, even to the beds, carried from upstairs. Notwithstanding all this, Mrs. Ismond spread out an appetizing meal for the two workers. “Mother, this really won’t do,” remonstrated Frank seriously. “What won’t do, my son?” asked his mother, smiling. “Carrying those heavy things down stairs.” “But I did not do that--at least not all of it,” the widow hastened to say. “Your friend, Nelson Cady, happened along about three o’clock. Nothing would do but he must lend a helping hand. Then his chums found him out. They were soon in service, too.” Just as Frank finished his supper there were cheery boyish hails outside. Nelson and five of his cohorts animatedly demanded that they become part and parcel in the fun and excitement of moving. Soon there was a procession carrying various articles to the rooms on Cedar Street. The wagons took the heavy furniture and such like. Just at dark the last had left the cottage. Looking back, Frank saw Mr. Dorsett sneaking into his empty house from the rear. “He doesn’t look particularly happy, now he has had his own way,” reflected Frank. “I hope mother doesn’t take the change to heart.” His first question was along that very line, as the last chair was set in place in the new family habitation. “Sad, Frank?” said his mother--“no, indeed! When we were forced from the old home on the hill a year ago, I was very sorrowful. It is a positive relief now, though, to get out of the shadow of Mr. Dorsett and all belonging to him. It is nice, and home-like and cozy here, and I am sure we shall be very comfortable and happy in our new home.” Many hands had aided in bestowing the family goods just where Mrs. Ismond wanted them. There was very little tidying up to do half-an-hour after Frank had dismissed the teamster, with a dollar for his extra work. Then he led a gay procession down the principal village street. They entered a little ice cream parlor, and Frank “treated”--one ice cream and a glass of soda water all around. “I want to see you, Nelson, as early in the morning as I can,” said Frank, as they separated for the night. “Business?” inquired Nelson, in a serious way.