Mrs. Frost, opening the door of her bedroom in alarm, saw Frank on his back with the musket lying across his chest.
"What's the matter?" she asked, not a little startled.
Frank got up rubbing himself and looking rather foolish.
"Nothing, mother; only I was in a little too much of a hurry."
"What are you going to do with that musket, Frank?"
"Mr. Morton is going to teach me the manual, that is all, mother."
"I suppose the first position is horizontal," said his mother, with a smile.
"I don't like that position very well," returned Frank, with a laugh. "I prefer the perpendicular."
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