The farmer's boy . he bed could not be told apart. The morning was very cold. The window-panes wererimed with frost, so tliat scarcely a sjjot of clear glassremained untouched, and there was a cloudy jniff ofvapor from among the pillows with the boys every out-going breath. Tlie boys fallier, after lie had pr()])erly warned hisson of the ap])roach of day, made the kitchen fire and wentout to the barn to feed the liorses and tows. When hereturned to the house, he ai)])eared to be astonished thatFrank had not come down, though one would think hemight ha\e grown used to the b()\s earl\ morning sl
The farmer's boy . he bed could not be told apart. The morning was very cold. The window-panes wererimed with frost, so tliat scarcely a sjjot of clear glassremained untouched, and there was a cloudy jniff ofvapor from among the pillows with the boys every out-going breath. Tlie boys fallier, after lie had pr()])erly warned hisson of the ap])roach of day, made the kitchen fire and wentout to the barn to feed the liorses and tows. When hereturned to the house, he ai)])eared to be astonished thatFrank had not come down, though one would think hemight ha\e grown used to the b()\s earl\ morning sluggisli-ncss; for lie liad to combat it ahuost e\ery daw Hestalkefl to thi door at the fool of tiie back stairs and said,in tones wiiose sternness seemed to ])ro|)hes\ dire tilings Winter 5 if not met with prompt obedience: Frank! dont youhear me? I called you a (luarter of an hour ago. Iwant you to get up right off! Comin, Frank mumbled, and he rubbed his eyesand tried to muster resolution to get out into Digging a dooryard path 6 The Farmers Boy Well, its full time that you was I commented hisfather; and you better be spry about it, too. When you repose on a feather bed, it lets you down intoits yielding mass, so that if you have enough clothes ontop, you can sleep in tropical contentment. There isno chance for the frost to get in at any of the felt that his happiness would be complete were heallowed to doze on half the morning in his snug nest, buthe knew it was hopeless aspiring to such bliss, and a fewminutes later he appeared downstairs. His hair wastumbled topsy-turvy, his eyes had still a sleepy droop,and he was in his shirt-sleeves and stocking-feet. He hadno fondness for freezing in his room any longer than wasnecessary after he was once out of bed, and he alwaysleft such garments as he could sjjare downstairs by thestove. Of course, he had not washed. That he woulddo just before breakfast, at the kitchen sink, after the out-door work was done.
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