"Oh, he'll grow better as he grows older. Don't trouble yourself about him. But, Chloe, there's one favor I am going to ask of you."
"Don't call me by my real name. For some reasons, which I can't at present explain, I prefer to be known as Henry Morton, for some months to come. Do you think you can remember to call me by that name?"
"Yes, Mass'--Henry," said Chloe, looking perplexed.
Henry Morton turned round to meet the surprised looks of Frank and his mother.
"My friends," he said, "I hope you will not feel distrustful of me, when I freely acknowledge to you that imperative reasons compel me for a time to appear under a name not my own. Chloe and I are old acquaintances, but I must request her to keep secret for a time her past knowledge concerning me. I think," he added with a smile, "that she would have nothing to say that would damage me. Some time you shall know all. Are you satisfied?"
"Quite so," said Mrs. Frost. "I have no doubt you have good and sufficient reason."
"I will endeavor to justify your confidence," said Henry Morton, an expression of pleasure lighting up his face.
CHAPTER XVIII. THANKSGIVING AT THE FARM
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