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Bright and early the following morning, Mr. Borden, accompanied by Walter, went to Dan's home. Eager as Walter was to talk about the prospect of his friend being enrolled as a pupil in the Tait School he did not refer to the matter which was uppermost in his thoughts. The clear warm air of the summer morning, the green of the fields of waving corn, the sight of the well-fed and contented cattle in the pastures, the songs of the birds in the treetops――all were so attractive to the man who had found a brief respite from the cares of his office in the city that somehow Walter was aware that his father had no desire to talk. Accordingly, the two walked in silence and in a brief time stood before the open door of the kitchen in Dan's home, where his mother was busily engaged in her morning tasks.
"Good morning, Mrs. Richards," called Mr. Borden, who already had a slight acquaintance with Dan's mother. "Walter and I were taking a morning stroll and stopped for a moment to look about us here."