Robert Frost, with his books under his arm, turned into the front yard of a handsome residence in the village of Granville. He was a boy of sixteen, strongly built, and with a handsome, expressive face. "I wish mother were at home," he soliloquized. "It seems very lonesome when she is away."…
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