ROLLO AT WORK, 
 
 THE ROLLO SERIFS 
 
 IS COMPOSED OF FOURTEEN VOLUMES, VIZ. 
 
 Hollo Learning to Talk. 
 Roilo Learning to Road. 
 Rollo at Work. 
 Rollo at Play. 
 Rollo at School. 
 Rollo s Vacation. 
 Hollo s Experiments, 
 
 Rollo s Museum. 
 Rollo s Travels. 
 Rollo s Correspondence. 
 Rollo s Philosophy Water. 
 Rollo s Philosophy Air. 
 Rollo s Philosophy Fire. 
 Rollo s Philosophy Sky. 
 
 A NEW EDITION, REVISED BY THE AUTHOR. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 PHILLIPS SAMPSON, AND COMPANY. 
 
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the Yrar 1855, by 
 
 PHILLIPS, SAMPSON. & CO.. 
 In thf Clerk i Offi^* ot me District Court ot tne Dwti-iot tf Massachusetts. 
 
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 ROLLO AT WORK; 
 
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 THE WAY TO BE INDUSTRIOUS. 
 
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NOTICE TO PARENTS. 
 
 ALTHOUGH this little work, and its fellow, "RoLio 
 A.T PLAY," are intended principally as a means of 
 entertainment for their little readers, it is hoped by 
 the writer that they may aid in accomplishing some 
 of the following useful purposes : 
 
 1. In cultivating the thinking powers ; as frequent 
 occasions occur, in which the incidents of the narra 
 tive, and the conversations arising from them, are 
 intended to awaken and engage the reasoning and 
 reflective faculties of the little readers. 
 
 2. In promoting the progress of children in read 
 ing and in knowledge of language ; for the diction 
 of the stories is intended to be often in advance of 
 the natural language of the reader, and yet so used 
 as to be explained by the connection. 
 
 3. In cultivating the amiable and gentle qualities \ 
 of the heart. The scenes are laid in quiet and vir- 
 tuous life, and the character and conduct described 
 are generally with the exception of some of the 
 ordinary exhibitions of childish folly character 
 and conduct to be imitated ; for it is generally bet- 
 ter, in dealing with children, to allure them to what 
 
 is right by agreeable pictures of it, than to attempt 
 to drive them to it by repulsive delineatious of wlml 
 is wrong. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 ROLLO AT WORK. 
 
 STORY 1. LABOR LOST. Elky. Preparations. A Bad 
 
 Beginning. What Rollo might do. A New Plan. 
 
 Hirrup ! Hirrup ! An Overturn. 
 STORY 2. THE Two LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. Rides. 
 
 The Corporal s. The Old Nails. A Conversation. 
 
 Rollo learns to work at last. The Corporal s again. 
 STORY 3. CAUSEY-BUIDING. Sand-Men. The Gray 
 
 Garden. A Contract. Instructions. Keeping Tally. 
 
 Rights defined. Calculation. 
 STORY 4. ROLLO S GARDEN. Farmer Cropwell. Work 
 
 and Play. Planting. The Trying Time. A Narrow 
 
 Escape. Advice. 
 
 STORY 5. THE APPLE- GATHERING. The Garden- 
 House. Jolly. The Pet Lamb. The Meadow-Russet. 
 
 Insubordination. Subordination. The New Plan tried. 
 
 A Present. The Strawberry-Bed. The Farmer s 
 
 Story 
 
 STORY 6. GEORGIA. The Little Landing. Georgie a 
 Money. Two Good Friends. A Lecture on Play 
 things. The Young Drivers. The Story of Shallow. 
 Selfish, and Wise. 
 
 Engravings. 
 
 Elky . . , 9 -| Farmer Cropwell s ^8 
 
 Too Heavy . . ; 22 I Work in the Rain . , 121 
 
 The Wheelbarrows . 24 George s Lamb . ]3fi 
 
 The Corporal s . .40 
 
 The Causey . GG 
 
 The Cows * * * 83 
 
 ge s 
 
 The Harvesting Party . 140 
 
 Rollo on the Bridge . . 162 
 
 Georgie s Apples . . 173 
 
ROLLO DIGGING HOLES IN THE GROUND. Page 7. 
 
LABOR LOST 
 
 ELKY. 
 
 WHEN Rollo was between five and six 
 years old, he was one day at work in his 
 little garden, planting some beans. His 
 father had given him a little square bed 
 in a corner of the garden, which he had 
 planted with corn two days before. He 
 watched his corn impatiently for two days, 
 and, as it did not come up, he thought 
 he would plant it again with beans. He 
 ought to have waited longer. 
 
 He was sitting on a little cricket, dig 
 ging holes in the ground, when he heard 
 a sudden noise. He started up, and saw 
 a strange, monstrous head looking at him 
 over the garden wall. He jumped up, 
 
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 and ran as fast as he could towards the 
 house. 
 
 It happened that Jonas, the boy, was 
 at that time at work in the yard, cutting 
 wood, and he called out, " What is the 
 matter, Hollo ? " 
 
 Hollo had just looked round, and seeing 
 that the head remained still where it was, 
 he was a little ashamed of his fears ; so 
 at first he did not answer, but walked 
 along towards Jonas. 
 
 "That s the colt," said Jonas; " should 
 not you like to go and see him ? " 
 
 Rollo looked round again, and true 
 enough, it was a small horse s head that 
 was over the wall. It looked smaller now 
 than it did when he first saw it. 
 
 Now there was behind the garden a 
 green field, with scattered trees upon it, 
 and a thick wood at the farther side. 
 Jonas took Rollo by the hand, and led 
 him back into the garden, towards the 
 colt. The colt took his head back over 
 the fence as they approached, and walked 
 away He was now afraid of Rollo. 
 Jonas and Rollo climbed up upon a stile 
 which was built there against the fence, 
 and saw the colt trotting away slowly 
 
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 down towards the wood, looking back at 
 Rollo and Jonas, by bending his head 
 every minute, first on one side, and then 
 on the other. 
 
 " There comes father," said Rollo. 
 
 Jonas looked and saw Hollo s father 
 coming out of the wood, leading a horse. 
 The colt and the horse had been feeding 
 together in the field, and Hollo s father 
 had caught the horse, for he wanted to 
 take a ride. Hollo s father had a little 
 basket in his hand, and when he saw the 
 colt coming towards him, he held it up 
 and called him, %, Elky, Elky, Elky," 
 for the colt s name was Elkin, though 
 they often called him Elky. Elkin walked 
 slowly up to the basket, and put his nose 
 in it. He found that there were some 
 oats in it ; and Hollo s father poured them 
 out on the grass, and then stood by, pat 
 ting Elky s head and neck while he ate 
 them.* Rollo thought his head looked 
 beautifully ; he wondered how he could 
 have been afraid of it. 
 
 Hollo s father led the horse across the 
 field, through a gate, into a green lane 
 
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 \vhich led along the side of the garden 
 towards the house ; and Rollo said he 
 would run round into the lane and meet 
 him. So he jumped off of the stile, and 
 ran up the garden, and Jonas followed 
 him, and went back to his work. 
 
 Rollo ran round to meet his father, who 
 was coming up the green lane, leading 
 the horse with a rope round his neck. 
 
 " Father," said Rollo, " could you put 
 me on ? " 
 
 His father smiled, and lifted Rollo up 
 carefully, and placed him on the horse s 
 back. Then he walked slowly along. 
 
 " Father," said Rollo, " are you going 
 away ? " 
 
 " Yes," said he, " I am going to ride 
 away in the wagon." 
 
 " Why did not you catch Elky, and let 
 him draw you ? " 
 
 u Elky ? O, Elky is not old enough to 
 work." 
 
 " Not old enough to work ! " said Rollo, 
 " Why, he is pretty big. He is almost as 
 big as the horse. I should think he could 
 draw you alone in the wagon." 
 
 " Perhaps he is strong enough for that ; 
 but Elky has never learned to work yet." 
 
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 " Never learned ! " said Rollo, in great 
 surj)rise. " Do horses have to learn to 
 work ? Why, they have nothing to do but 
 to pull." 
 
 " Why, suppose," said his father, "that 
 he should dart off at once as soon as he is 
 harnessed, and pull with all his strength, 
 and furiously." 
 
 " O, he must not do so : he must pull 
 gently and slowly." 
 
 " Well, suppose he pulls gently a min 
 ute, and then stops and looks round, and 
 then I tell him to go on, and he pulls a 
 minute again, and then stops and looks 
 round." 
 
 " O no," said Rollo, laughing, " he 
 must not do so ; he must keep pulling 
 steadily all the time." 
 
 " Yes, so you see he has something 
 more to do than merely to pull ; he must 
 pull right, and he must be taught to do 
 this. Besides, he must learn to obey all 
 my various commands. Why, a horse 
 needs to be taught to work as much as a 
 boy." 
 
 " Why, father, I can work ; and I have 
 never been taught." 
 
 " O no," said his father, smiling, "you 
 cannot work." 
 
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 " 1 can plant beans," said Rollo. 
 
 Just then, Rollo, who was all this time 
 riding on the horse, looked down from his 
 high seat into a little bush by the side of 
 the road, and saw there a little bunch that 
 looked like a birdsnest; and he said, "O, 
 father, please to take me down ; I want 
 to look at that birdsnest." 
 
 His father knew that he would not hurt 
 the birdsnest; so he took him off of the 
 horse, and put him on the ground. Then 
 he walked on with the horse, and Rollo 
 turned back to see the nest. He climbed 
 up upon a log that lay by the side of the 
 bush, and then gently opened the branches 
 and looked in. Four little, unfledged 
 birds lifted up their heads, and opened 
 their mouths wide. They heard the noise 
 which Rollo made, and thought it was 
 their mother come to feed them. 
 
 " Ah, you little dickeys," said Rollo ; 
 fc< hungry, are you ? 1 have not got any 
 thing for you to eat." 
 
 Rollo looked at them a little while, and 
 then slowly got down and walked along 
 up the lane, saying to himself, " They are 
 not big enough to work, at any rate, but 
 / am, I know, and I do not believe but 
 that Elky is." 
 
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 PREPARATIONS. 
 
 When Rollo got back into the yard, he 
 found his father just getting into the 
 wagon to go away. Jonas stood by the 
 horse, having just finished harnessing 
 him. 
 
 " Father," said Rollo, " I can work. 
 You thought I could not work, but I can. 
 1 am going to work to-day while you are 
 gone." 
 
 "Are you?" said his father. "Very 
 well ; I should be glad to have you." 
 
 "What should you like to have me do?" 
 asked Rollo. 
 
 " O, you may pick up chips, or pile 
 that short wood in the shed. But stand 
 back from the wheel, for I am going to 
 start now." 
 
 So Rollo stood back, and his father 
 drew up the reins which Jonas had just 
 put into his hands, and guided the horse 
 slowly and carefully out of the yard. 
 Rollo ran along behind the wagon as far 
 as the gate, to see his father go off, and 
 stood there a few minutes, watching him 
 as he rode along, until he disappeared at 
 
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 a turn in the road. He then came back 
 to the yard, and sat down on a log by the 
 side of Jonas, who was busily at work 
 mending the wheelbarrow. 
 
 Rollo sat singing to himself for some 
 time, and then he said, 
 
 " Jonas, father thinks I am not big 
 enough to work; don t you think I am?" 
 
 " I don t know," said Jonas, hesitating. 
 " You do not seem to be very industrious 
 just now." 
 
 " O, I am resting now," said Rollo; "I 
 am going to work pretty soon." 
 
 " What are you resting from ? " said 
 Jonas. 
 
 " O, I am resting because I am tired." 
 
 " What are you tired of? " said Jonas. 
 " What have you been doing ? " 
 
 Rollo had no answer at hand, for he 
 had not been doing any thing at all. The 
 truth was, it was pleasanter for him to sit 
 on the log and sing, and see Jonas mend 
 the wheelbarrow, than to go to work 
 himself; and he mistook that feeling for 
 being tired. Boys often do so when they 
 are set to work. 
 
 Rollo, rinding that he had no excuse for 
 sitting there any longer, presently got up, 
 
LABOR LOST. 15 
 
 and sauntered along towards the house, 
 saying that he was going to work, picking 
 up chips. 
 
 Now there was, in a certain corner of 
 the yard, a considerable space covered 
 with chips, which were the ones that 
 Rollo had to pick up. He knew that his 
 father wished to have them put into a 
 kind of a bin in the shed, called the chip- 
 bin. So he went into the house for a 
 basket. 
 
 He found his mother busy; and she 
 said she could not go and get a basket for 
 him ; but she told him the chip- basket 
 was probably in its place in the shed, and 
 he might go and get that. 
 
 "But," said Rollo, "that is too large. 
 1 cannot lift that great basket full of 
 chips." 
 
 " You need not fill it full then," said 
 his mother. " Put in just as many as you 
 can easily carry." 
 
 Rollo still objected, saying that he 
 wanted her very much to go and get a 
 smaller one. He could not work without 
 a smaller one 
 
 " Very well," said she, "I would rather 
 that you should not work then. The in- 
 
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 terruption to me to get up now, and go tc 
 look for a smaller basket, will be greater 
 than all the good you will do in picking 
 up chips." 
 
 Rollo then told her that his father want 
 ed him to work, and he related to her all 
 the conversation they had had. She then 
 thought that she had better do all in her 
 power to give Rollo a fair experiment; so 
 she left her work, went down, got him a 
 basket which he said was just big enough, 
 arid left him at the door, going out to his 
 work in the yard. 
 
 A BAD BEGINNING. 
 
 Hollo sat down on the chips, and began 
 picking them up, all around him, and 
 throwing them into his basket. He soon 
 filled it up, and then lugged it in, emptied 
 it into the chip-bin, and then returned, 
 and began to fill it again. 
 
 He had not got his basket more than 
 half full the second time, before he came 
 upon some very large chips, which were 
 so square and flat, that he thought they 
 would be good to build houses with. He 
 
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 thought he would just try them a little, 
 and began to stand them up in such a 
 manner as to make the four walls of a 
 house. He found, however, an unex 
 pected difficulty; for although the chips 
 were large and square, jet the edges were 
 so sharp that they would not stand up 
 very well. 
 
 Some time was spent in trying experi 
 ments with them in various ways ; but he 
 could not succeed very well ; so he began 
 again industriously to put them into his 
 basket. 
 
 When he got the basket nearly full, the 
 second time, he thought he was tired, and 
 that it would be a good plan to take a 
 little time for rest ; and he would go and 
 see Jonas a little while. 
 
 Now his various interruptions and de 
 lays, his conversation with his mother, 
 the delay in getting the basket, and his 
 house-building, had occupied considerable 
 time ; so that, when he went back to Jo 
 nas, it was full half an hour from the time 
 when he left him ; and he found that Jo 
 nas had finished mending the wheelbar 
 row, and had put it in its place, and was 
 just going away himself into the field. 
 
 a * 2 B * 
 
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 Well, Rollo," said he, how do you 
 get along with your work ? : 
 
 " O, very well," said Rollo ; " I have 
 been picking up chips all the time since I 
 went away from you." 
 
 Rollo did not mean to tell a falsehood. 
 But he was not aware how much of his 
 time he had idled away. 
 
 " And how many have you got in ? " 
 said Jonas. 
 
 " Guess," said Rollo. 
 
 " Six baskets full," said Jonas. 
 
 " No;" said Rollo. 
 
 " Eight." 
 
 " No ; not so many." 
 
 " How many, then ?" said Jonas, who 
 began to be tired of guessing. 
 
 " Two ; that is, I have got one in, 
 and the other is almost full." 
 
 "Only two?" said Jonas. "Then 
 you cannot have worked very steadily. 
 Come here and I will show you how 
 to work." 
 
 WHAT ROLLO MIGHT DO. 
 
 So Jonas walked along to the chips, 
 and asked Rollo to fill up that basket, and 
 
LABOR LOST. 19 
 
 carry it, and then come back, and he would 
 tell him 
 
 So Hollo filled up the basket:, carried it 
 to the bin, and came back very soon. Jo 
 nas told him then to fill it up again as full 
 as it was before. 
 
 " There," said Jonas, when it was done, 
 " now it is as full as the other was, and I 
 should think you have been less than two 
 minutes in doing it. We will call it two 
 minutes. Two minutes for each basket 
 full would make thirty baskets full in an 
 hour. Now, I don t think there are more 
 than thirty baskets full in all ; so that, if 
 you work steadily, but without hurrying 
 any, you would get them all in in an hour." 
 
 " In an hour ? " said Hollo. " Could I 
 get them all in in an hour ? r 
 
 " Yes," said Jonas, " I have no doubt 
 you can. But you must not hurry and 
 get tired out. Work moderately, but 
 steadily ; that is the way." 
 
 So Jonas went to the field, leaving 
 Rollo to go on with his thirty baskets. 
 Rollo thought it would be a fine thing to 
 get the chips all in before his father should 
 come home, and he went to work very 
 busily filling his basket the third time. 
 
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 u I can do it quicker," said he to him 
 self. " I can fill the basket a great deal 
 faster than that. I will get it all done in 
 half an hour." 
 
 So he began to throw in the chips as 
 fast as possible, taking up very large ones 
 too, and tossing them in in any way. Now 
 it happened that he did fill it this time 
 very quick ; for the basket being small, 
 and the chips that he now selected very 
 large, they did not pack well, but lay up 
 in every direction, so as apparently to fill 
 up the basket quite full, when, in fact, 
 there were great empty spaces in it ; and 
 when he took it up to carry it, it felt very 
 light, because it was in great part empty. 
 
 He ran along with it, forgetting Jonas s 
 advice not to hurry, and thinking that the 
 reason why it seemed so light was because 
 he was so strong. When he got to the 
 coal-bin, the chips would not come out 
 easily. They were so large that they had 
 got wedged between the sides of the 
 basket, and he had hard work to get them 
 out. 
 
 This fretted him, and cooled his ardor 
 somewhat ; he walked back rather slowly, 
 and began again to fill his basket. 
 
LABOR LOST. 2i 
 
 A NEW PLAN. 
 
 Before he had got many chips in it, 
 however, he happened to think that the 
 wheelbarrow would be a better thing to 
 get them in with. They would not stick 
 in that as they did in the basket. " Men 
 always use a wheelbarrow," he said to 
 himself, fci and why should not I ? J: 
 
 So he turned the chips out of his bas 
 ket, thus losing so much labor, and went 
 after the wheelbarrow. He spent some 
 time in looking to see how Jonas had 
 mended it, and then he attempted to 
 wheel it along to the chips. He found 
 it quite heavy ; but he contrived to get it 
 along, and after losing considerable time 
 in various delays, he at last had it fairly 
 on the ground, and began to fill it. 
 
 He found that the chips would go into 
 the wheelbarrow beautifully, and he was 
 quite pleased with his own ingenuity in 
 thinking of it. He thought he would take 
 a noble load, and so he filled it almost 
 full, but it took a long time to do it, fot 
 the wheelbarrow was so large that he got 
 tired, and stopped several times to rest. 
 
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 When, at length, it was full, he took 
 hold of the handles, and lifted away 
 upon it. He found it very heavy. He 
 made another desperate effort, and suc 
 ceeded in raising it from the ground a 
 little; hut unluckily, as wheelbarrows 
 are very apt to do when thetload is too 
 heavy for the workman, it tipped down 
 to one side, and, though Rollo exerted 
 all his strength to save it, it was in vain. 
 
LABOR LOST. 23 
 
 Over went the wheelbarrow, and about 
 half of the chips were poured out upon the 
 ground again. 
 
 " O dear me ! " said Rollo ; " I wish 
 this wheelbarrow was not. so heavy." 
 
 He sat down on the side of the wheel 
 barrow for a time in despair. He had a 
 great mind to give up work for that day. 
 He thought he had done enough ; he was 
 tired. But, then, Avhen he reflected that 
 he had only got in three small baskets of 
 chips, and that his father would see that 
 it was really true, as he had supposed, 
 that Rollo could not work, he felt a little 
 ashamed to stop. 
 
 So he tipped the wheelbarrow back, 
 which he could easily do now that the load 
 was half out, and thought he would wheel 
 those along, and take the rest next time. 
 
 By great exertions he contrived to stag 
 ger along a little way with this load, until 
 presently the wheel settled into a little 
 low place in the path, and he could not 
 move it any farther. This worried and 
 troubled him again. He tried to draw 
 the wheelbarrow back, as he had often 
 seen Jonas do in similar cases, but in vain. 
 It would not move back or forwards. 
 
24 LABOR LOST. 
 
 Then he went round to the wheel, and 
 pulled upon that ; but it would not do 
 The wheel held its place immovably. 
 
 Rollo sat down on the grass a minute 
 or two, wishing that he had not touched 
 the wheelbarrow. It was unwise for him 
 to have left his basket, his regular and 
 proper mode of carrying the chips, to try 
 experiments with the wheelbarrow, which 
 he was not at all accustomed to. And 
 now the proper course for him to have 
 taken, would have been to leave the 
 wheelbarrow where it was, go and get the 
 basket, take out the chips from the wheel 
 barrow, and carry them, a basket full at a 
 time, to the bin, then take the wheelbar 
 row to its place, and go on with his work 
 in the way he began. 
 
 But Rollo, like all other boys who have 
 not learned to work, was more inclined to 
 get somebody to help him do what was 
 beyond his own strength, than to go qui 
 etly on alone in doing what he himself 
 was able to do. So he left the wheel 
 barrow, and went into the house to try to 
 find somebody to help him. 
 
 He came first into the kitchen, where 
 Mary was at work getting dinner, and he 
 
LABOR LOST. 25 
 
 asked her to come out and help him gci 
 his wheelbarrow out of a hole. Mary said 
 she could not come then, but, if he would 
 wait a few minutes, she would. Hollo 
 could not wait, but went off in pursuit of 
 his mother. 
 
 " Mother," said he, as he opened the 
 door into her chamber, " could not you 
 come out and help me get my wheelbar 
 row along ? " 
 
 "What wheelbarrow?" said his mother. 
 
 "Why, the great wheelbarrow. I am 
 wheeling chips in it, and 1 cannot get it 
 along." 
 
 " I thought you were picking up chips 
 in the basket I got for you." 
 
 " Yes, mother, I did a little while; but 
 I thought I could get them along faster 
 with the wheelbarrow." 
 
 " And, instead of that, it seems you 
 cannot get them along at all." 
 
 "Why, mother, it is only one little 
 place. It is in a little hole. If I could 
 only get it out of that little hole, it would 
 go very well." 
 
 " But it seems to me you are not a very 
 profitable workman, Rollo, after all. You 
 wanted me very much to go and get you 
 b c 
 
26 LABOR LOST. 
 
 a small basket, because the common bas 
 ket was too large and heavy ; so 1 left 
 my work, and went and got it for you. 
 But you soon lay it aside, and go, of your 
 own accord, and get something heavier 
 than the common chip-basket, a great 
 deal. And now I must leave my work and 
 go down and wheel it along for you." 
 
 " Only this once, mother. If you can 
 get it out of this hole for me, I will be 
 careful not to let it get in again." 
 
 " Well," said his mother at length, " 1 
 will go. Though the common way with 
 wagoners, when they get their loads into 
 difficulty, is to throw a part off until they 
 lighten it sufficiently, and then go on. I 
 will go this time ; but if you get into diffi 
 culty again, you must get out yourself." 
 
 So Rollo and his mother went down to 
 gether, and she took hold of the wheel 
 barrow, and soon got it out. She advised 
 Rollo not to use the wheelbarrow, but to 
 return to his basket, but yet washed him 
 to do just as he thought best himself. 
 
 When she had returned to the house, 
 Rollo went on with his load, slowly and 
 with great difficulty. He succeeded, how 
 ever, in working it along until he came to 
 
LABOR LOST. 21 
 
 the edge of the platform which was before 
 the shed door, where he was to carry in 
 his chips. Here, of course, he was at a 
 complete stand, as he could not get the 
 wheel up such a high step ; so he sat down 
 on the edge of the platform, not knowing 
 what to do next. 
 
 He could not go to his mother, for she 
 had told him that she could not help him 
 again ; so, on the whole, he concluded that 
 he would not pick up chips any more ; he 
 would pile the wood. He recollected that 
 his father had told him that he might either 
 pick up chips or pile wood ; and the last, 
 he thought, would be much easier. 
 
 " I shall not have any thing to carry or 
 to wheel at all," said he to himself, " and 
 so I shall not have any of these difficul 
 ties." 
 
 So he left his wheelbarrow where it 
 was, at the edge of the platform, intend 
 ing to ask Jonas to get it up for him when 
 he should come home. He went into the 
 shed, and began to pile up the wood. 
 
 It was some very short, small wood, 
 prepared for a stove in his mother s cham 
 ber, and he knew where his father wanted 
 to have it piled back against the side of 
 
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 the shed, near where the wood was lying 
 Jonas had thrown it down there in a heap 
 as he had sawed and split it. 
 
 IIIRRUP! HIRRUPI 
 
 He began to lay the wood regularly 
 upon the ground where his pile was to be, 
 and for a few minutes went on very pros 
 perously. But presently he heard a great 
 trampling in the street, and ran out to see 
 what it was, and found that it was a large 
 herd of cattle driving by oxen and cows, 
 and large and small calves. They filled 
 the whole road as they walked slowly 
 along, and Rollo climbed up upon the 
 fence, by the side of the gate, to look at 
 them. He was much amused to see so 
 large a herd, and he watched all their mo 
 tions. Some stopped to eat by the road 
 side ; some tried to run off down the lane, 
 but were driven back by boys with long 
 whips, who ran after them. Others would 
 stand still in the middle of the road and bel 
 low, and here and there two or three would 
 be seen pushing one another with their 
 norns, or running up upon a bank by the 
 road side. 
 
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 Presently Rollo heard a commotion 
 among the cattle at a little distance, and, 
 looking that way, saw that Jonas was in 
 among them, with a stick, driving them 
 about, and calling out, HIRRUP ! HIRRUP! 
 At first he could not think what he was 
 doing; but presently he saw that their 
 own cow had got in among the others, 
 and Jonas was trying to get her out. 
 
 Some of the men who were driving the 
 
 o 
 
 herd helped him, and they succeeded, at 
 length, in getting her away by herself, by 
 the side of the road. The rest of the 
 cattle moved slowly on, and when they 
 were fairly by, Jonas called out to Rollo 
 to open the gate and then run away. 
 
 Rollo did, accordingly, open the gate 
 and run up the yard, and presently he saw 
 the cow coming in, with Jonas after her. 
 
 "Jonas," said Rollo, "how came our 
 cow in among all those?" 
 
 " She got out of the pasture somehow," 
 said Jonas, in reply, " and I must go and 
 drive her back. How do you get along 
 with your chips? " 
 
 " O, not very well. I want you to 
 help me get the wheelbarrow up on the 
 platform." 
 
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 " The wheelbarrow ! " said Jonas. " Are 
 you doing it with the wheelbarrow ? " 
 
 "No. I am not picking up chips now 
 at all. I am piling wood. I did have 
 the wheelbarrow." 
 
 In the mfcin time, the cow walked along 
 through the yard and out of the gate into 
 the field, and Jonas said he must go on 
 immediately after her, to drive her back 
 into the pasture, and put up the fence, 
 and so he could not stop to help Rollo 
 about the chips ; but he would just look 
 in and see if he was piling the wood right. 
 
 He accordingly just stepped a moment 
 to the shed door, and looked at Rollo s 
 work. " That will do very well," said 
 he ; " only you must put the biggest ends 
 of the sticks outwards, or it will all tum 
 ble down." 
 
 So saying, he turned away, and walked 
 off fast after the cow 
 
 AN OVERTURN. 
 
 Rollo stood looking at him for some 
 lime, wishing that he was going too. But 
 
LABOR LOST. 3 1 
 
 he knew that he must not go without his 
 mother s leave, and that, if he should go in 
 to asK her, Jonas would have gone so far 
 that he should not be able to overtake him. 
 So he went back to his wood-pile. 
 
 He piled a little more, and as he piled 
 he wondered what Jonas meant by telling 
 him to put the largest ends outwards. He 
 took up a stick which had a knot on one 
 end, which made that end much the 
 largest, and laid it on both ways, first with 
 the knot back against the side of the shed, 
 and then with the knot in front, towards 
 himself. He did not see but that the 
 stick lay as steadily in one position as in 
 the other. 
 
 " Jonas was mistaken," said he. " It 
 is a great deal better to put the big ends 
 back. Then they are out of sight ; all 
 the old knots are hid, and the pile looks 
 handsomer in front." 
 
 So he went on, putting the sticks upon 
 the pile with the biggest ends back against 
 the shed. By this means the back side 
 of the pile began soon to be the highest, 
 and the wood slanted forward, so that, 
 when it was up nearly as high as his 
 head, it leaned forward so as to be quite 
 
32 LABOR LOST. 
 
 unsteady. Hollo could not imagine what 
 made his pile act so. He thought he 
 would put on one stick more, and then 
 leave it. But, as he was putting on this 
 stick, he found that the whole pile was 
 very unsteady. He put his hand upon it, 
 and shook it a little, to see if it was going 
 to fall, when he found it was coming 
 down right upon him, and had just time 
 to spring back before it fell. 
 
 He did not get clear, however; for, as 
 he stepped suddenly back, he tumbled 
 over the wood which was lying on the 
 ground, and fell over backwards; and a 
 large part of the pile came down upon 
 him. 
 
 He screamed out with fright and pain, 
 for he bruised himself a little in falling ; 
 though the wood which fell upon him was 
 so small and light that it did not do much 
 serious injury. 
 
 Rollo stopped crying pretty soon, and 
 went into the house ; and that evening, 
 wliun his father came home, he went to 
 him, and said, 
 
 " Father, you were right, after all ; I 
 dnrft know how to work any better than 
 P ky." 
 
THE TWO LITTLE 
 WlIEELBAllllOWS. 
 
THE 
 
 TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS, 
 
 RIDES. 
 
 ROLLO often used to ride out with his 
 father and mother. When he was quite 
 a small boy, he did not know how to 
 manage so as to get frequent rides. He 
 used to keep talking, himself, a great deal, 
 and interrupting his father and mother, 
 when they wanted to talk ; and if he was 
 tired, he would complain, and ask them, 
 again and again, when they should get 
 home. Then he was often thirsty, and 
 would tease his father and mother for 
 water, in places where there was no water 
 to be got, and then fret because he was 
 obliged to wait a little while. In conse 
 quence of this, his father and mother did 
 not take him very often. When they 
 wanted a quiet, still, pleasant ride, they 
 had to leave Rollo behind. A great many 
 
36 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 children act just as Rollo did, and thus 
 deprive themselves of a great many very 
 pleasant rides. 
 
 Rollo observed, however, that his unclf 
 almost always took Lucy with him when 
 he went to ride. And one day, when he 
 was playing in the yard where Jonas was 
 at work setting out trees, he saw his un 
 cle riding by, with another person in the 
 chaise, and Lucy sitting between them 
 on a little low seat. Lucy smiled and 
 nodded as she went by ; and when she had 
 gone, Rollo said, 
 
 " There goes Lucy, taking a ride. 
 Uncle almost always takes her, when he 
 goes any where. I wonder why father 
 does not take me as often." 
 
 " I know why," said Jonas. 
 
 " What is the reason ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " Because you are troublesome, and 
 Lucy is not. If I was a boy like you, 1 
 should manage so as almost always to ride 
 with my father." 
 
 "Whv, what should you do?" said 
 llolio. 
 
 " Why, in the first place, I should never 
 find fault with my seat. I should sit ex 
 actly where they put me, without any com- 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WPIEELBARROWS. 37 
 
 plaint. Then I should not talk much, 
 and I should never interrupt them when 
 they were talking. If I saw any thing 
 on the road that I wanted to ask about, I 
 should wait until I had a good opportunity 
 to do it without disturbing their conversa- 
 
 O 
 
 don ; and then, if I wanted any thing to 
 eat or drink, I should not ask for it, unless 
 I was in a place where they could easily 
 get it for me. Thus I should not be any 
 trouble to them, and so they would let me 
 go almost always." 
 
 Rollo was silent. He began to recol 
 lect how much trouble he had given his 
 parents, when riding with them, without 
 thinking of it at the time. He did not 
 say any thing to Jonas about it, but he 
 secretly resolved to try Jonas s experiment 
 the very next time he went to ride. 
 
 He did so, and in a very short time his 
 father and mother both perceived that 
 there was, some how or other, a great 
 change in his manners. He had ceased 
 to be troublesome, and had become quite 
 a pleasant travelling companion. And the 
 effect was exactly as Jonas had foretold. 
 His father and mother liked very much to 
 Slave such a still, pleasant little boy sitting 
 
 D 
 
38 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 between them ; and at last they began 
 almost to think they could not have a 
 pleasant ride themselves, unless Rollo was 
 with them. 
 
 They used to put a little cricket in, 
 upon the bottom of the chaise, for Rollo to 
 sit upon ; but this was not very convenient, 
 and so one day Rollo s father said that, 
 now Rollo had become so pleasant a boy 
 to ride with them, he would have a lit 
 tle seat made on purpose for him. "I n 
 fact," said he, "I will take the chaise 
 down to the corporal s to-night, and see 
 if he cannot do it for me." 
 
 " And may I go with you ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " Yes," said his father, " you may." 
 
 Rollo was always very much pleased 
 when his father let him go to the corporal s 
 
 THE CORPORAL S. 
 
 But perhaps the reader will like to know 
 who this corporal was that Rollo was so 
 desirous of going to see. He was an old 
 soldier, who had become disabled in the 
 wars, so that he could not go out to do 
 very hard work, but w r as very ingenious 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 39 
 
 in making and mending things, and he had 
 a little shop down bj the mill, where he 
 used to work. 
 
 Rollo often went there with Jonas, to 
 carry a chair to be mended, or to get a 
 lock or latch put in order ; and sometimes 
 to buy a basket, or a rake, or some simple 
 thing that the corporal knew how to 
 make. A corporal, you must know, is a 
 kind of an officer in a company. This 
 man had been such an officer ; arid so they 
 always called him the corporal. I never 
 knew what his other name was. 
 
 That evening Rollo arid his father set 
 off in the chaise to go to the corporal s. 
 It was not very far. They rode along by 
 some very pleasant farm-houses, and came 
 at length to the house where Georgie lived. 
 They then went down the hill ; but, just 
 before they came to the bridge, they turned 
 off among the trees, into a secluded road, 
 wnich led along the bank of the stream. 
 After going on a short distance, they came 
 out into a kind of opening among the 
 trees, where a mill came into view, by the 
 side of the stream ; and opposite to it, 
 across the road, under the trees, was the 
 corporal s little shop, 
 
40 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 The trees hung over the shop, and be 
 hind it there was a high rocky hill almost 
 covered with forest trees. Between the 
 shop and the mill they could see the road 
 winding along a little w r ay still farther 
 up the stream, until it was lost in the 
 \voods. 
 
 As soon as Rollo came in sight of the 
 shop, he saw a little wheelbarrow stand 
 ing up by the side of the door. Tt vas just 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 41 
 
 laige enough for him, and he called out 
 fci his father to look at it. 
 
 " It is a very pretty little wheelbarrow," 
 said his father. 
 
 " I wish you would buy it for me. 
 How much do you suppose the corporal 
 asks for it ? " 
 
 "We will talk with him about it, 7 said 
 his father. 
 
 So saying, they drove up to the side of 
 the road near the mill, and fastened the 
 horse at a post. Then Rollo clambered 
 down out of the chaise, and he and his 
 father walked into the shop. 
 
 They found the corporal busily at work 
 mending a chair-bottom. Rollo stood by, 
 much pleased to see him weave in the 
 flags, while his father explained to the 
 corporal that he wanted a small seat made 
 in front, in his chaise. 
 
 " I do not know whether you can do it, 
 or not," said he. 
 
 " What sort of a seat do you want ? " 
 
 " I thought," said he, " that you might 
 make a little seat, with two legs to it in 
 front, and then fasten the back side of it 
 to the front of the chaise-box." 
 
 " Yes," said the corporal, " that will do 
 
42 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 I think ; but I must have a little black 
 smith work to fasten the seat properly be 
 hind, so that you can slip it out when you 
 are not using it. Let us go and see." 
 
 So the corporal rose to go out and 
 see the chaise, and as they passed by the 
 wheelbarrow at the door, as they went 
 out, Rollo asked him what was the price 
 of that little wheelbarrow. 
 
 "That is not for sale, my little man. 
 That is engaged. But I can make you 
 one, if your father likes. I ask three quar 
 ters of a dollar for them." 
 
 Rollo looked at it very wishfully, and 
 the corporal told him that he might try it 
 if he chose. " Wheel it about," said he, 
 " while your father and I are looking at 
 the chaise." 
 
 So Rollo trundled the wheelbarrow up 
 and down the road with great pleasure. 
 It was light, and it moved easily. He 
 wished he had such a one. It would 
 not tip over, he said, like that great heavy 
 one at home ; he thought he could wheel 
 it even if it was full of stones. He ran 
 down with it to the shore of the stream, 
 where there were plenty of stones lying, 
 intending to load it up, and try it. But 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 43 
 
 when he got there, he recollected that he 
 had not had liberty to put any thing in 
 it ; and so he determined at once that he 
 would not. 
 
 Just then his father called him. So he 
 wheeled the wheelbarro\v back to its 
 place, and told the corporal that he liked 
 it very much. He wanted his father to 
 engage one for him then, but he did not 
 ask him. He thought that, as he had al 
 ready expressed a wish for one, it would 
 be better not to say any thing about it 
 again, but to wait and let his father do as 
 he pleased. 
 
 As they were going home, his father 
 said, 
 
 " That was a very pretty wheelbarrow, 
 Rollo, I think myself." 
 
 "Yes, it was beautiful, father. It was 
 so light, and went so easy ! I wish you 
 would buy me one, father." 
 
 " I would, my son, but I think a wheel 
 barrow will give you more pleasure at some 
 future time, than it will now." 
 
 " When do you mean ? " 
 
 " When you have learned to work." 
 
 "But I want the wheelbarrow to play 
 with*" 
 
44 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 " 1 know you do ; but you would take a 
 great deal more solid and permanent sat 
 isfaction in such a thing, if you were to 
 USP it for doing some useful work." 
 
 " When shall I learn to work, father?" 
 said Rollo. 
 
 " I have been thinking that it is full 
 time now. You are about six years old, 
 and they say that a boy of seven years old 
 is able to earn his living." 
 
 " Well, father, I wish you would teach 
 me to work. What should you do first ? " 
 
 " The first lesson would be to teach you 
 to do some common, easy work, steadily." 
 
 " Why, father, I can do that now, with 
 out being taught." 
 
 " I think you are mistaken about that. 
 A boy works steadily when he goes direct 
 ly forward in his work, without stopping 
 to rest, or to contrive new wavs of doing 
 it, or to see other people, or to talk. Now, 
 do you think you could work steadily an 
 hour, without stopping for any of these 
 reasons ? " 
 
 " Why yes," said Rollo. 
 
 " 1 will try you to-morrow," said his 
 father. 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELB \RROWS. 45 
 
 THE OLD NAILS. 
 
 The next morning, after breakfast, Pol 
 io s father told him he was ready for him 
 to go to his work. He took a small bas 
 ket in his hand, and led Rollo out into the 
 barn, and told him to wait there a few 
 minutes, and he would bring him some 
 thing to do. 
 
 Rollo sat down on a little bundle of 
 straw, wondering what his work was going 
 to be. 
 
 Presently his father came back, bring 
 ing in his hands a box full of old nails, 
 which he got out of an old store-room, in 
 a corner of the barn. He brought it along, 
 and set it down on the barn floor. 
 
 "Why, father," said Rollo, "what am 
 1 going to do with those old nails ? r 
 
 " You are going to sort them. Here are 
 a great many kinds, all together. I want 
 them all picked over those that are alike 
 put by themselves. I will tell you exact 
 ly how to do it." 
 
 Rollo put his hand into the box, and 
 began to pick up some of the nails, and 
 look them over, while his father was 
 
46 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 speaking ; but his father told him to put 
 them down, and not begin until he had 
 got all his directions. 
 
 " You must listen," said he, " and un 
 derstand the directions now, for I cannot 
 tell you twice." 
 
 He then took a little wisp of straw, and 
 brushed away a clean place upon the barn 
 floor, and then poured down the nails 
 upon it. 
 
 " O, how many nails ! " said Rollo. 
 
 His father then took up a handful of 
 them, and showed Rollo that there were 
 several different sizes; and he placed them 
 down upon the floor in little heaps, each 
 size by itself. Those that were crooked 
 alsX) he laid away in a separate pile. 
 
 " Now, Rollo," said he, " I want you to 
 go to work sorting these nails, steadily 
 and industriously, until they are all done. 
 There are not more than three or four 
 kinds of nails, and you can do them pretty 
 fast if you work steadily, and do not get 
 to playing with them. If you find any 
 pieces of iron, or any thing else that you 
 do not know what to do with, lay them 
 aside, and go on with the nails. Do you 
 understand it all ? " 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 47 
 
 Rollo said he did, and so his father left 
 him, and went into the house. Rollo ^ 
 down upon the clean barn floor, and began 
 his task. 
 
 " I don t think this is any great 
 thing," said he; "I can do this easi y 
 enough ; " and he took up some of the 
 nails, and began to arrange them as his 
 father had directed. 
 
 But Rollo did not perceive what the 
 real difficulty in his task was. It was, 
 indeed, very easy to see what nails were 
 large, and what were small, and what 
 were of middle size, and to put them in 
 their proper heaps. There was nothing 
 very hard in that. The difficulty was, 
 that, after having sorted a few, it would 
 become tedious and tiresome work, doing 
 it there all alone in the barn, picking 
 out old nails, with nobody to help him, and 
 nobody to talk to, and nothing to see, but 
 those little heaps of rusty iron on the 
 floor. 
 
 This, I say, was the real trouble ; and 
 Rollo s father knew, when he set his little 
 boy about it, that he would soon get very 
 tired of it, and, not being accustomed t.i 
 any thing but play, would not persevere. 
 
48 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 And so it was. Rollo sorted out a few, 
 aril then he began to think that it was 
 rather tiresome to be there all alone ; and 
 he thought it would be a good plan for him 
 to go and ask his father to let him gc and 
 get his cousin James to come and help him. 
 
 He accordingly laid down the nails he 
 had in his hand, and went into the house, 
 and found his father writing at a table. 
 
 " What is the matter now ? " said his 
 father. 
 
 " Why, father," said Rollo, " I thought 
 I should like to have James come and help 
 me, if you are willing ; we can get them 
 done so much quicker if there are two." 
 
 " But my great object is, not to get the 
 nails sorted very quick, but to teach you 
 patient industry. I know it is tiresome 
 for you to be alone, but that is the very 
 reason why I wish you to be alone. I 
 want you to learn to persevere patiently 
 in doing any thing, even if it is tiresome. 
 What I want to teach you is, to work, not 
 to play" 
 
 Rollo felt disappointed, but he saw that 
 his father was right, and he went slowly 
 back to his task. He sorted out two or 
 three handfuls more, but he found the r e 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 49 
 
 was no pleasure in it, and he began to be 
 very sorry his father had set him at it. 
 
 Having no heart for his work, he did 
 not go on with alacrity, and of course 
 made very slow progress. He ought to 
 have gone rapidly forward, and not 
 thought any thing about the pleasantness 
 or unpleasantness of it, but only been 
 anxious to finish the work, and please his 
 father. Instead of that, he only lounged 
 over it looked at the h"eap of nails, and 
 sighed to think how large it was. He could 
 not sort all those, possibly, he said. He 
 knew he could not. It would take him 
 forever. 
 
 Still he could not think of any excuse for 
 leaving his work again, until, after a little 
 while, he came upon a couple of screws. 
 " And now what shall I do with these ? " 
 said he. 
 
 He took the screws, and laid them side 
 by side, to measure them, so as to see which 
 was the largest. Then he rolled them 
 about a little, and after playing with them 
 for a little time, during which, of course, 
 his work was entirely neglected, he con 
 cluded he would go an*d ask his fatliei 
 what he was to do with screws. 
 c A E 
 
50 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 He accordingly walked slowly along to 
 the house, stopping to look at the grass 
 hoppers and butterflies by the way. 
 4.fter wasting some time in this manner, 
 he appeared again at his father s table, and 
 wanted to know what he should do with 
 the screws that he found among the nails. 
 
 "You ought not to have left your work 
 to come and ask that question," said his 
 father. " I am afraid you are not doing 
 very well. I gave you all the necessary 
 instructions. Go back to your. work." 
 
 " But, father," said Rollo, " as he went 
 out, I do not know what I am to do with 
 the screws. You did not say any thing 
 about screws." 
 
 " Then why do you leave your work to 
 ask me any thing about them ? " 
 
 " Why, because, " said Rollo, hesi 
 tating. He did not know what to say. 
 
 " Your work is to sort out the nails, and 
 I expect, by your coming to me tor such 
 frivolous reasons, that you are not going 
 on with it very well." 
 
 Rollo went slowly out of the room, and 
 sauntered along back to his work. He 
 put the screws aside, and went on with the 
 nails, but he did very little. When the 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 51 
 
 heart is not in the work, it always goes on 
 very slowly. 
 
 Thus an hour or two of the forenoon 
 passed away, and Rollo made very little 
 progress. At last his father came out (;> 
 see what he had done ; and it was very 
 plain ihiit he had been idling away hL* 
 time, and had accomplished very little in 
 deed. 
 
 His father then said that he might leave 
 his work and come in. Rollo walked 
 along by the side of his father, and he said 
 to him 
 
 " I see, Rollo, that I shall not succeed in 
 teaching you to work industriously, with 
 out something more than kind words." 
 
 Rollo knew not what to say, and so he 
 was silent. He felt guilty and ashamed. 
 
 " I gave you work to do which was 
 very easy and plain, but you have been 
 leaving it repeatedly for frivolous reasons ; 
 and even while you were over your work, 
 you have not been industrious. Thus you 
 have wasted your morning entirely ; you 
 have neither done work nor enjoyed play. 
 
 u l was afraid it would be so," he con 
 tinued, " Very fe\v boys can be taught to 
 work industriously, without being; com- 
 
52 1I1E TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 pelled ; though I hoped that my Ik tie 
 liollo could have been. But as it is, as 
 I find that persuasion will not do, I must 
 do something more decided. I should dn 
 very wrong to let you grow up an idle 
 boy; and it is time for you to begin to 
 learn to do something besides play." 
 
 He said this in a kind, but very serious 
 tone, and it was plain he was much dis 
 pleased. He told Rollo, a minute or two 
 after, that he might go, then, where he 
 pleased, and that he would consider what 
 he siiould do, and tell him some other 
 time. 
 
 A CONVERSATION. 
 
 That evening, when Rollo was just 
 going to bed, his father took him up in his 
 lap, and told him he had concluded whet. 
 to do. 
 
 " You see it is very necessary," said ne, 
 " that you should have the power of con 
 fining yourself steadily and patiently to a 
 single employment, even if it docs not 
 amuse you. / have to do that, and all 
 people hartt to do it, and you must learn 
 
TfliS TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 55 
 
 to do it, or you will grow up indol nt and 
 useless. You cannot do it now, it is verj 
 plain. If I set you to doing any thing, 
 you go on as long as the novelty and the 
 amusement last, and then your patience 
 is gone, and you contrive every possible 
 excuse for getting away from your task. 
 Now, I am going to give you one hour s 
 work to do, every forenoon and afternoon. 
 I shall give you such things to do, as are 
 perfectly plain and easy, so that you will 
 have no excuse for neglecting your work 
 or leaving it. But yet I shall choose such 
 things as will afford you no amusement; 
 for I want you to learn to work, not play." 
 
 " But, father," said Rollo, " you told me 
 there was pleasure in work, the other day. 
 But how can there be any pleasure in it, 
 if you choose such things as have no 
 amusement in them, at all ? " 
 
 " The pleasure of working," said his 
 father, " is not the fun of doing amusing 
 things, but the satisfaction and solid hap 
 piness of being faithful in duty, and ac 
 complishing some useful purpose. For 
 example, if I were to lose my pocket-book 
 on the road, and should tell you to walk 
 back a mile, and look carefully all the way 
 
 E* 
 
54 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 until you found it, and if you did it faith 
 fully and carefully, you would iind a kind 
 of satisfaction in doing it ; and when you 
 )ound the pocket-book, and brought it back 
 to me, you would enjoy a high degree of 
 happiness. Should not you ? : 
 
 " Why, yes, sir, I should," said Rollo. 
 
 " And yet there would be no amuse 
 ment in it. You might, perhaps, the next 
 day, go over the same road, catching but 
 terflies: that would be amusement. Now, 
 the pleasure you would enjoy in looking 
 for the pocket-book, would be the solid 
 satisfaction of useful work. The pleas 
 ure of catching butterflies would be the 
 amusement of play. Now, the difficulty 
 is, with you, that you have scarcely any 
 idea, yet, of the first. You are all the 
 time looking for the other, that is, the 
 amusement. You begin to work when I 
 give you any thing to do, but if you do not 
 find amusement in it, you soon give it up. 
 But if you would only persevere, you 
 would find, at length, a solid satisfaction, 
 that would be worth a great deal more." 
 
 Rollo sat still, and listened, but his 
 father saw, from his looks, that he was 
 not much interested in what he was say- 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 5 
 
 ing ; and he perceived that it was not at 
 all probable that so small a boy could be 
 reasoned into liking work, In fact, it was 
 rather hard lor Rollo to understand all 
 that his father said, and still harder for 
 him to feel the force of it. He began to 
 grow sleepy, and so his father let him go 
 to bed. 
 
 ROLLO LEARNS TO WORK AT LAST. 
 
 The next day his father gave him his 
 work. He was to begin at ten o clock, 
 and work till eleven, gathering beans in 
 the garden. His father went out with 
 him, and waited to see how long it took him 
 to gather half a pint, and then calculated 
 how many he could gather in an hour, if 
 he was industrious. Rollo knew that if 
 he failed now, he should be punished in 
 some way, although his father did not say 
 any thing about punishment. When he 
 was set at work the day IK,- fore, about the 
 nails, he was making an experiment, as it 
 were, and he did not expect to be actual 
 ly punished if he failed ; but now he knew 
 that he was under orders, and must obey. 
 
56 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 So he worked very diligently, and when 
 his father came out at the end of the hour, 
 he found that Hollo had got rather more 
 beans Uan he had expected. Rollo was 
 much gratified to see his father pleased ; 
 and he carried in his large basket full of 
 beans to show his mother, with great 
 pleasure. Then he went to play, and 
 enjoyed himself very highly. 
 
 The next morning, his father said to 
 him, 
 
 " Well, Rollo, you did very well yester 
 day ; but doing right once is a very differ 
 ent thing from forming a habit of doing 
 right. I can hardly expect you will suc 
 ceed as well to-day ; or, if you should to 
 day, that you will to-morrow." 
 
 Rollo thought he should. His work 
 was to pick up all the loose stones in the 
 road, and carry them, in a basket, to a 
 great heap of stones behind the barn. 
 But he was not quite faithful. His father 
 observed him playing several times. He 
 did not speak to him, however, until the 
 hour was over, and then he called him in. 
 
 " Rollo," said he, "you have failed to 
 day. You have not been very idle, but 
 have not been industrious ; and the pun- 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 51 
 
 ishment which I have concluded to try 
 first, is, to giv3 you only bread and water 
 for dinner." 
 
 So, when dinner time came, and the 
 family sat down to the good beefsteak 
 and apple-pie which was upon the table, 
 Rollo knew that he was not to come 
 He felt very unhappy, but he did not cry. 
 His father called him, and cut off a good 
 slice of bread, and put into his hands, and 
 told him he might go and eat it on the 
 steps of the back door. " If you should 
 be thirsty," he added, " you may ask 
 Mary to give you some water." 
 
 Rollo took the bread, and went out, and 
 took his solitary seat on the stone step 
 leading into the back yard, and, in spite 
 of all his efforts to prevent it, the tears 
 would come into his eyes. He thought 
 of his guilt in disobeying his father, and 
 he felt unhappy to think that his father 
 and mother were seated together at their 
 pleasant table, and that he could not come 
 because he had been an undutiful son. 
 He determined that he would never be 
 unfaithful in his work again. 
 
 He went on, after this, several days, 
 very well. His father gave him various 
 
58 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 kinds of work to do, and he began at lasl 
 to find a considerable degree of satisfac 
 tion in doing it. He found, particularly, 
 that he enjoyed himself a great deal more 
 after his work than before, and whenever 
 he saw what he had done, it gave him 
 pleasure. After he had picked up the 
 loose stones before the house, for instance, 
 he drove his hoop about there, with un 
 usual satisfaction ; enjoying the neat arid 
 tidy appearance of the road much more 
 than he would have done if Jonas had 
 cleared it. In fact, in the course of a 
 month, Rollo became quite a faithful and 
 efficient little workman. 
 
 THE CORPORAL S AGAIN. 
 
 " Now," said his father to him one day, 
 after he had been doing a fine job of wood- 
 piling, " now we will go and talk with 
 the corporal about a wheelbarrow. Or do 
 you think you could find the way your 
 self?" 
 
 Rollo said he thought he could. 
 
 " Very well, you may go ; I believe I 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 59 
 
 shall let you have a wheelbarrow now, and 
 you can ask him how soon he can have it 
 done." 
 
 Hollo clapped his hands, and capered 
 about, and asked his father how long he 
 thought it would be before he could have it. 
 
 " O, you will learn," said he, " when 
 you come to talk with the corporal." 
 
 " Do you think it will be a week ? " 
 
 " I think it probable that he could make 
 one in less than a week," said his father, 
 smiling. 
 
 " Well, how soon ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " O, I cannot tell you : wait till you get 
 to his shop, and then you will see." 
 
 Hollo saw that, for some reason or 
 other, his father was not inclined to talk 
 about the time when he should have his 
 wheelbarrow, but he could not think why ; 
 however, he determined to get. the cor 
 poral to make it as quick as he could, at 
 any rate. 
 
 It was about the middle of the afternoon 
 that Rollo set off to go for his wheelbar 
 row. His mother told him he might r *o 
 and get his cousin James to go with him 
 if he chose. So he walked along towards 
 
HO THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 
 
 the bridge, and, instead of turning at once 
 off there to go towards the mill, he went 
 on over the bridge towards the house 
 where James lived. James came with 
 him, and they walked back very pleasant 
 ly together. 
 
 When they got back across the bridge 
 again, they turned off towards the mill, 
 talking about the wheelbarrow. Rollo 
 told James about his learning to work, and 
 about his having seen the wheelbarrow at 
 the corporal s, and how he trundled it 
 about, and liked it very much. 
 
 " I should like to see it very much," 
 said James. " I suppose I can, when we 
 get to the corporal s shop." 
 
 " No," said Rollo, " he said that that 
 wheelbarrow was engaged ; and I suppose 
 it has been taken away before this time." 
 
 Just then the corner of the corporal s 
 shop began to come into view, and pres 
 ently the door came in sight, and James 
 called out, 
 
 " Yes, yes, there it is. I see it stand* 
 ing up by the side of the door." 
 
 " No," said Rollo, " that is not it. That 
 
 ;s a giuen one/ 
 
T1IE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS 61 
 
 " Wnf. ml or was the wheelbarrow that 
 you saw t " asked James. 
 
 V was not any color; it was not 
 painted," said Hollo. " 1 wonder whose 
 that wheelbarrow can be ? " 
 
 The boys walked along, and presently 
 came to the door of the shop. They 
 opened the door, and went in. There 
 was nobody there. 
 
 Various articles were around the room. 
 There was a bench at one side, near a 
 window ; and there were a great many 
 tools upon it, and upon shelves over it. 
 On another side of the shop was a lathe, 
 a curious sort of a machine, that the cor 
 poral used a great deal, in some of his 
 nicest work. Then there were a good 
 many things there, which were sent in to 
 be mended, such as chairs, a spinning- 
 wheel, boys sleds, and one or two large 
 wheelbarrows. 
 
 The boys walked around the room a 
 few minutes, looking at the various things ; 
 and at last Rollo spied another little 
 wheelbarrow, on a shelf. It was very 
 much like the one at the door, only it was 
 painted green. 
 
 Hollo said that that one looked exactly 
 
ti 2 THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARRGVJ. 
 
 like the one he trundled when ho v, as 
 there before, only it was green. 
 
 " Perhaps he has painted it since," said 
 James ; " let us go to the door, and look 
 at the other one, and see which is the 
 biggest." 
 
 So they went to the door, and found 
 that the blue one was a little the big 
 gest. 
 
 Just then they saw the corporal coming 
 across the road, with a hatchet in his hand. 
 He had been to grind it at the mill, where 
 there was a grindstone, that went round 
 by water. 
 
 " Ah, boys," said he, " how do you do ? 
 Have you come for your wheelbarrow, 
 Hollo." 
 
 " Yes, sir," said Rollo ; " how soon can 
 you get it done ? " 
 
 " Done ? it is done now," said he ; 
 " there it is." And he took the blue 
 wheelbarrow, which was at the door, and 
 set it down in the path. 
 
 "That is not mine," said Rollo, "is 
 it?" 
 
 41 Yes," said the corporal ; " your father 
 spoke for it a week ago." 
 
 Rollo took hold of his wheelbarrow, 
 
ROLLO TOOK HOLD OF HIS WHEELBARROW. Page 63. 
 
THE TWO LITTLE WHEELBARROWS. 63 
 
 and began to wheel it along. He r ked 
 it very much. 
 
 James said h wished he could have 
 one tor ^u while Rollo was talking with 
 the corporal, he could not help looking at 
 the green one on the shelf, which he 
 thought was just about as big as he should 
 like. 
 
 The corporal asked him if he wanted to 
 SP^ that one, and he took it down for him. 
 James took hold of the handles, and tried 
 it a little, back and forth on the floor, and 
 then he said it was just about big enough 
 for him. 
 
 " Who is this for?" said he to the cor 
 poral. 
 
 " I do not know," said the corporal ; " a 
 gentleman bespoke it some time ago. I 
 do not know 7 what his name is." 
 
 Just then he seemed to see somebody 
 out of the window. 
 
 " Ah ! here he comes now ! " he ex 
 claimed suddenly. 
 
 Just then the door opened, and whom 
 should the boys see coming in, but their 
 uncle George ! 
 
 " Why, James," said he, " have you 
 got hold of your wheelbarrow already r " 
 
THE TWO LITTLE 
 
 " My wheelbarrow ! " said James. " Is 
 this mine ? " 
 
 " Yes," said his uncle, " I got it made 
 to give to you. But when I found that 
 Hollo was having one made, I waited for 
 his to be -done, so that you might have 
 them both together. So trundle them 
 home." 
 
 So the boys set off on the run down the> 
 road, in fine style, with their wheelbarrows 
 trundling beautifully before them * 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 SAND-MEN. 
 
 NEXT to little wooden blocks, I think 
 that good, clean sand is an excellent thing 
 for children to play with. When it is a 
 little damp, it will remain in any shape 
 you put it in, and you can build houses 
 and cities, and make roads and canals in 
 it. At any rate, Rollo and his cousin 
 James used to be very fond of going 
 down to a certain place in the brook, 
 where there was plenty of sand, and 
 playing in it. It was of a gray color, 
 and somewhat mixed with pebble-stones ; 
 but then they used to like the pebble 
 stones very much to make walls with, 
 and to stone up the little wells which 
 they made in the sand. 
 
 One Wednesday afternoon, they were 
 there playing very pleasantly with the 
 sand. They had been building a famous 
 
68 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 city, and, after amusing themselves with 
 it some time, they had knocked down the 
 houses, and trampled the sand all about 
 again. James then said he meant to go 
 to the barn and get his horse-cart, and 
 haul a load of sand to market. 
 
 Now there was a place around behind 
 a large rock near there, which the boys 
 called their barn ; and Rollo and James 
 went to it, arid pulled out their two little 
 wheelbarrows, which they called their 
 horse-carts. They wheeled them down 
 to the edge of the water, and began to 
 take up the sand by double handfuls, and 
 put it in. 
 
 When they had got their carts loaded, 
 they began to wheel them around to the 
 trees, and stones, and bushes, saying, 
 " Who ll buy my sand ? " 
 " Who ll buy my white sand ? " 
 " Who ll buy my gray sand ? " 
 " Who ll buy my black sand ? " 
 But they did not seem to find any pur 
 chaser ; and at last Rollo said, suddenly, 
 " O, I know who will buy our sand." 
 Who ? " said James. 
 " Mother." 
 " So she will," said James. "We will 
 
 whppl it i n to tVio Kruioo " 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 69 
 
 So they set off, and began wheeling 
 their loads of sand up the pathway among 
 the trees. They \\ent on a little way, 
 and presently stopped, and sat down on 
 a bank to rest. Here they found a num 
 ber of flowers, which they gathered and 
 stuck up in the sand, so that their loads 
 soon made a very gay appearance. 
 
 Just as they \vere going to set out 
 again, Rollo said, 
 
 "But, James, how are we going to get 
 through the quagmire ? " 
 
 " O," said James, " we can step along 
 on the bank by the side of the path. 
 
 " No," said Rollo ; " for we cannot get 
 our wheelbarrows along there." 
 
 " Why, yes, we got them along there 
 when we came down." 
 
 " But they were empty and light then ; 
 now they are loaded and heavy." 
 
 " So they are ; but I think we can get 
 along ; it is not very muddy there now." 
 
 The place which the boys called the 
 quagmire, was a low place in the path 
 way, where it was almost always muddy. 
 This pathway was made by the cows, 
 going up and down to drink ; and it was 
 a good, dry, and hard path in all places 
 
70 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 but one. This, in the spring of the year, 
 was very wet and miry; and, during the 
 whole summer, it was seldom perfectly 
 dry. The boys called it the quagmire, 
 and they used to get by on one side, in 
 among the bushes. 
 
 They found that it was not very muddy 
 at this time, and they contrived to get 
 through with their loads of sand, and soon 
 got to the house. They trundled their 
 wheelbarrows up to the door leading out 
 to the garden ; and Rollo knocked at the 
 door. 
 
 Now Hollo s mother happened, at this 
 time, to be sitting at the back-parlor win 
 dow, and she heard their voices as they 
 came along the yard. So, supposing the 
 knocking was some of their play, she just 
 looked out of the window, and called out, 
 
 "Who s there?" 
 
 " Some sand-men," Rollo answered, 
 " who have got some sand to sell." 
 
 His mother looked out of the window, 
 and had quite a talk with them about their 
 sand ; she asked them where it came 
 from, what color it was, and whether it 
 was free from pebble-stones. The boys 
 had to admit that there were a good many 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. A 
 
 pebble-stones in it, and that pebble-stones 
 were not very good to scour floors with. 
 
 THE GRAY GARDEN 
 
 At last, Hollo s mother recommended 
 that they should carry the sand out to a 
 corner of the yard, where the chips used 
 to be, and spread it out there, and stick 
 their flowers up in it for a garden. 
 
 The boys liked this plan very much. 
 " We can make walks and beds, beauti 
 fully, in the sand," said Hollo. " But, 
 mother, do you think the flowers will 
 grow ? " 
 
 " No," said his mother, " flowers will 
 not grow in sand ; but, as it is rather a 
 shady place, and you can water them oc 
 casionally, they will keep green and bright 
 a good many days, and then, you know, 
 you can get some more." 
 
 So the boys wheeled the sand out to 
 the corner of the yard, took the flowers 
 out carefully, and then tipped the sand 
 down and spread it out. They .tried to 
 make walks and beds, but they found 
 
72 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 they had not got as much sand as they 
 wanted. So they concluded to go back 
 and get some more. 
 
 In fact, they found that, by getting a 
 great many wheelbarrow loads of sand, 
 they could cover over the whole corner, 
 and make a noble large place for a sand- 
 garden. And then, besides, as James 
 said, when they were tired of it for a 
 garden, they could build cities there, in 
 stead of having to go away down to the 
 brook. 
 
 So they went on wheeling their loads 
 of sand, for an hour or two. James had 
 not learned to work as well as Rollo had, 
 and he was constantly wanting to stop, 
 and run into the woods, or play in the 
 water; but Rollo told him it would be 
 better to get all the sand up, first. They 
 at last got quite a great heap, and then 
 went and got a rake and hoe to level it 
 down smooth. 
 
 Thus the afternoon passed away; and 
 at last Mary told the boys that they must 
 come and get ready for tea, for she was 
 going to carry it in soon. 
 
C AU SE Y-BUILDING. 73 
 
 A CONTRACT. 
 
 So Rollo and James brushed the loose 
 sand from their clothes, and washed their 
 faces and hands, and went in. As tea 
 was not quite ready, they sat down on 
 the front-door steps before Hollo s father, 
 who was then sitting in his arm-chair in 
 the entry, reading. 
 
 He shut up the book, and began to talk 
 with the boys. 
 
 " Well, boys," said he, " what have 
 you been doing all this afternoon ? " 
 
 " O," said Rollo, " we have been hard 
 at work." 
 
 " And what have you been doing? " 
 
 Rollo explained to his father that they 
 had been making a sand-garden out in a 
 corner of the yard, and they both asked 
 him to go with them and see it. 
 
 They all three accordingly went out 
 behind the house, the children running 
 on before. 
 
 " But, boys," said Rollo s father, as 
 tficv went on, " how came your feet so 
 muddy ? " 
 
 " O," said James, " they got muddy 
 in the quagmire." G 
 
74 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 The boys explained how they could 
 not go around the quagmire with their 
 loaded wheelbarrows, and so had to pick 
 their way through it the best way they 
 could; and thus they got their shoes mud 
 dy a little ; but they said they were as 
 careful as they could be. 
 
 When they came to the sand-garden, 
 Hollo s father smiled to see the beds and 
 walks, and the rows of flowers stuck up 
 in the sand. It made quite a gay ap 
 pearance. After looking at it some time, 
 they went slowly back again, and as they 
 were walking across the yard, 
 
 "Father," said Hollo, "do you not 
 think that is a pretty good garden ? " 
 
 " Why", yes," said his father, " pretty 
 good." 
 
 " Don t you think we have worked 
 pretty well ? " 
 
 " Why, I think I should call that play, 
 not work." 
 
 " Not work ! " said Hollo. " Is it not 
 work to wheel up such heavy loads of 
 sand ? You don t know how heavy they 
 
 were." 
 
 " I dare say it was hard ; but boys play 
 hard, sometimes, as well as work hard." 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 75 
 
 "But I should think ours, this after 
 noon, was work," said Rollo. 
 
 " Work," replied his father, " is when 
 you are engaged in doing any thing in or 
 der to produce some useful result. When 
 you are doing any thing only for the amuse 
 ment of it, without any useful result, it is 
 play. Still, in one sense, your wheeling 
 the sand was work. But it was not very 
 useful work ; you will admit that." 
 
 " Yes, sir," said Rollo. 
 
 " Well, boys, how should you like to 
 do some useful work for me, with your 
 wheelbarrows ? I will hire you." 
 
 " O, we should like that very much," 
 said James. " How much should you 
 pay us ? " 
 
 " That would depend upon how much 
 work you do. I should pay you what the 
 work was fairly worth ; as much as 1 
 should have to pay a man, if I were to 
 hire a man to do it." 
 
 " What should you give us "to do f " 
 said Rollo. 
 
 " I don t know. I should think of 
 some job. How should you like to fill up 
 the quagmire ? " 
 
 " Fill up the quagmire ! " said Rollo. 
 " How could we do that ? " 
 
7(5 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 u V r ou might fill it up with stones. 
 There are a great many small stones ly 
 ing around there, which you might pick 
 up and put into your wheelbarrows, and 
 wheel them along, and tip them over into 
 the quagmire ; and when you have filled 
 the path all up with stones, cover them 
 over with gravel, and it will make a good 
 causey." 
 
 " Causey ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " Yes, causey," said his father ; " such 
 a hard, dry road, built along a muddy 
 place, is called a causey." 
 
 They had got to the tea-table by this 
 time ; and while at tea, Hollo s father 
 explained the plan to them more fully. 
 He said he would pay them a cent for 
 every two loads of stones or gravel which 
 they should wheel in to make the causey. 
 
 They were going to ask some more 
 questions about it, but he told them he 
 could not talk any more about it then, 
 but that they might go and ask Jonas 
 how they should do it, after tea. 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 77 
 
 INSTRUCTIONS. 
 
 They went out into the kitchen, after 
 tea, to find Jonas ; but he was not there. 
 They then went out into the yard ; and 
 presently James saw him over beyond 
 the fence, walking along the lane. Rollo 
 called out, 
 
 " Jonas ! Jonas ! where are you go- 
 
 ing?" 
 
 I am going after the cows." 
 
 " We want you ! " said Rollo, calling 
 out loud. 
 
 " What for ? " said Jonas. 
 
 "We want to talk with you about 
 something." 
 
 Just then, Rollo s mother, hearing this 
 hallooing, looked out of the window, and 
 told the boys they must not make so much 
 noise. 
 
 "Why, we want Jonas," said Rollo; 
 " and he has gone to get the cows." 
 
 " Well, you may go with him," said 
 she, " if you wish ; and you can talk on 
 the way." 
 
 So the boys took their hats and ran, 
 and soon came to where Jonas was : for 
 
78 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 he had been standing still, waiting for 
 them. 
 
 They walked along together, and the 
 boys told Jonas what their father had 
 said. Jonas said he should be very glad 
 to have the quagmire filled up, but he was 
 afraid it would not do any good for him 
 to give them any directions. 
 
 " Why ? " said James. 
 
 " Because," said Jonas, " little boys 
 will never follow any directions. They 
 always want to do the work their own 
 way." 
 
 " O, but we will obey the directions," 
 said Rollo. 
 
 " Do you remember about the wood 
 pile ? " said Jonas. 
 
 Rollo hung his head, and looked a little 
 ashamed. 
 
 "What was it about the wood-pile?" 
 said James. 
 
 "Why, I told Rollo," said Jonas, "that 
 he ought to pile wood with the big ends 
 in front, but he did not mind it ; he 
 thought it was better to have the big ends 
 back, out of sight; and that made the 
 pile lean forward; and presently it all fell 
 over upon him." 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 79 
 
 " Did it ?" said James. Did it hurt 
 you much, Hollo?" 
 
 "No, not much. But we will follow 
 the directions now, Jonas, if you will tell 
 us what to do." 
 
 " Very well," said Jonas, " I will try 
 you. 
 
 " In the first place, you must get a few 
 old pieces of board, and lay them along 
 the quagmire to step upon, so as not to 
 get your feet muddy. Then you must go 
 and get a load of stones, in each wheel 
 barrow, and wheel them along. You must 
 not tip them down at the beginning of 
 the muddy place, for then they will be in 
 your way when you come with the next 
 load. 
 
 " You must go on with them, one of 
 you right behind the other, both stepping 
 carefully on the boards, till you get to the 
 farther end, and there tip them over both 
 together. Then you must turn round your 
 selves, but not turn your wheelbarrows 
 round. You must face the other way, and 
 draw your wheelbarrows out." 
 
 " Why?" said James. 
 
 "Because," said Jonas, " it would be 
 difficult to turn your wheelbarrows round 
 
80 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 there among the mud and stones, but you 
 can draw them out very easily. 
 
 " Then, besides, you must not attempt 
 to go by one another. You must both 
 stop at the same time, but as near one 
 another as you can, and go out just as 
 you came in; that is, if Rollo came in 
 first, and James after him, James must 
 come up as near to Rollo as he can, and 
 then, when the loads are tipped over, 
 and you both turn round, James will be 
 before Rollo, and will draw his wheel 
 barrow out first. Do you understand?" 
 
 " Yes," said James.. 
 
 "Must we always go in together?" 
 asked Rollo. 
 
 " Yes, that is better." 
 
 Why ? " 
 
 " Because, if you go in at different times, 
 you will be in one another s way. One 
 will be going out when the other is coin 
 ing in, and so you will interfere with one 
 another. Then, besides, if you fill the 
 wheelbarrows together, and wheel to 
 gether, you will always be in company, 
 which is pleasanter." 
 
 " Well, we will," said Rollo. 
 
 " After you have wheeled one load 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 81 
 
 apiece in, you must go and get another, 
 and wheel that in as far as you can. Tip 
 them over on the top of the others, if you 
 can, or as near as you can. Each time 
 you will not go in quite so far as before, 
 so that at last you will have covered the 
 quagmire all over with stones once." 
 
 "And then must we put on the gravel ? " 
 
 " O no. That will not be stones 
 enough. They would sink down into the 
 mud, and the water would come up over 
 them. So you must wheel on more." 
 
 " But how can we ? " said James. " We 
 cannot wheel on the top of all those stones." 
 
 " No," said Jonas ; " so you must go up 
 to the house and get a pretty long, narrow 
 board, as long as you and Rollo can carry, 
 and bring it down and lay it along on the 
 top of the stones. Perhaps you will have 
 to move the stones a little, so as to make 
 it steady ; and then you can wheel on 
 that. If one board is not long enough, 
 you must go and get two. And you must 
 put them down on one side of the path, 
 so that the stones will go into the middle 
 of the path and upon the other side, so as 
 not to cover up the board. 
 
 " Then, when you have put loads of 
 6 
 
82 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 stones all along in this way, you must 
 shift your boards over to the other side of 
 the path, and then wheel on them again ; 
 and that will fill up the side where the 
 boards lay at first. And so, after a while, 
 you will get the whole pathway filled up 
 with stones, as high as you please. I should 
 think you had better fill it up nearly level 
 with the bank on each side." 
 
 By this time the boys came to the bars 
 that led into the pasture, and they went 
 in and began to look about for the cows. 
 Jonas did not see them any where near, 
 and so he told the boys that they might 
 stay there and pick some blackberries, 
 while he went on and found them. He 
 said he thought that they must be out by 
 the boiling spring. 
 
 This boiling spring, as they called it, 
 was a beautiful spring, from which fine 
 cool water was always boiling up out of 
 the sand. It was in a narrow glen, shaded 
 by trees, and the water running down into 
 a little sort of meadow, kept the grass 
 green there, even in very dry times ; so 
 that the cows were very fond of this spot. 
 
 James and Rollo remained, according to 
 Jonas s proposal, near the bars, while he 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 went along the path towards the spring. 
 Rollo and James had a fine time gather 
 ing blackberries, until, at last, they saw 
 the cows coming, lowing along the path. 
 Presently they saw Jonas s head among 
 the bushes. 
 
 When he came up to the boys, he told 
 them it was lucky that they did not to 
 with him. 
 
84 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 "Why? "said Rollo. 
 
 " I came upon an enormous hornet s 
 nest, and you would very probably have 
 got stung." 
 
 " Where was it?" said James. 
 
 " O, it was right over the path, just be 
 fore you get to the spring." 
 
 The boys said they were very sorry to 
 hear that, for now they could not go to 
 the spring any more ; but Jonas said he 
 meant to destroy the nest. 
 
 "How shall you destroy it?" said 
 Rollo. 
 
 " I shall burn it up." 
 
 "But how can you ?" said Rollo. 
 
 Jonas then explained to them how he 
 was going to burn the hornet s nest. He 
 said he should take a long pole with two 
 prongs at one end like a pitchfork, and 
 with that fork up a bunch of hay. Then 
 hfc should set the top of the hay on fire, 
 and stand it up directly under the nest. 
 
 The boys continued talking about the 
 hornet s nest all the way home, and forgot 
 to say any thing more about the causey 
 until just as they were going into the 
 yard. Then they told Jonas that he had 
 not told them how to put on the grave), 
 on the top. 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 85 
 
 He said he could not tell them then, 
 and, besides, they would have as much as 
 they could do to put in stones for one 
 day. 
 
 Besides, James said it was sundown, 
 and time for him to go home ; but he 
 promised to come the next morning, if his 
 mother would let him, as soon as he had 
 finished his lessons. 
 
 KEEPING TALLY. 
 
 Rollo and James began their work the 
 next day about the middle of the fore 
 noon, determined to obey Jonas s direc 
 tions exactly, and to work industriously 
 for an hour. They put a number of small 
 pieces of board upon their wheelbarrows, 
 to put along the pathway at first, and just 
 as they had got them placed, Jonas came 
 down just to see whether they were be 
 ginning right. 
 
 He saw them wheel in one or two 
 loads of stones, and told them he thought 
 they were doing very well. 
 
 " We have earned one cent already, 
 said Rollo. 
 
80 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 c How," said Jonas ; " is jour fathel 
 going to pay you for jour work ? " 
 
 " Yes," said Rollo, " a cent for every 
 two loads we put in." 
 
 " Then you must keep tally," said 
 Jonas. 
 
 " Tally? said Rollo, " what is tally ? " 
 
 " Tally is the reckoning. How are 
 you going to remember how many loads 
 you wheel in ?" 
 
 " O, we can remember easily enough," 
 said Rollo: "we will count them as we 
 go along." 
 
 " That will never do," said Jonas. 
 " You must mark them down with a 
 piece of chalk on your wheelbarrow." 
 
 So saying, Jonas fumbled in his pock 
 ets, and drew out a small, well-worn 
 piece of chalk, arid then tipped up Rol- 
 lo s wheelbarrow, saying, 
 
 " How many loads do you say you have 
 carried already ? " 
 
 " Two," said Rollo. 
 
 "Two," repeated Jonas; and he made 
 two white marks with his chalk on the 
 side of the wheelbarrow. 
 
 " There ! " said he. 
 
 " Mark mine," said James ; " I have 
 wheeled two loads." 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 87 
 
 Jonas marked them, and then laid the 
 chalk down upon a flat stune by the side 
 of the path, and told the boys that they 
 must stop after every load, and make a 
 mark, and that would keep the reckoning 
 exact. 
 
 Jonas then left them, and the boys 
 went on with their work. They wheeled 
 ten loads of stones apiece, and by that 
 time had the bottom of the path all cov 
 ered, so that they could riot wheel any 
 more, without the long boards. They 
 went up and got the boards, and laid 
 them down as Jonas had described, and 
 then went on with their wheeling.* 
 
 At first, James kept constantly stopping, 
 either to play, or to hear Hollo talk ; for 
 they kept the wheelbarrows together all 
 the time, as Jonas had recommended. At 
 such times, Hollo would remind him of 
 his work, for he had himself learned to 
 work steadily. They were getting on 
 very finely, when, at length, they heard a 
 bell ringing at the house. 
 
 This bell was to call them home ; for 
 as Rollo and Jonas were often away at a 
 
88 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 little distance from the house, too far to 
 be called very easily, there was a bell to 
 ring to call them home ; and Mary, the 
 girl, had two ways of ringing it one waj 
 for Jonas, and another for Rollo. 
 
 The bell was rung now for Rollo ; and 
 so he and James walked along towards 
 home. When they had got about half 
 way, they saw Rollo s father standing at 
 the door, with a basket in his hand ; and 
 he called out to them to bring their wheel 
 barrows. 
 
 So the boys went back for their wheel 
 barrows. 
 
 When they came up a second time 
 with their wheelbarrows before them, he 
 asked how they had got along with their 
 work. 
 
 "O, famously," said Rollo. "There 
 is the tally," said he, turning up the side 
 of the wheelbarrow towards his father, so 
 that he could see all the marks. 
 
 "Why, have you wheeled as many 
 loads as that ? " said his father. 
 
 " Yes, sir," said Rollo, " and James jus/ 
 as many too." 
 
 " And were they all good loads ? " 
 
 Yes, all good, full loads." 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 8# 
 
 " Well, you have done very well. Count 
 them, and see how many there are." 
 
 The boys counted them, and found 
 there were fifteen. 
 
 " That is enough to come to seven 
 cents, and one load over," said Roilo s 
 father ; and he took out his purse, and 
 gave the boys seven cents each, that is, a 
 six-cent piece in silver, and one cent be - 
 sides. He told them they might keep 
 the money until they had finished their 
 work, and then he would tell them about 
 purchasing something with it. 
 
 t( Now," said he, " you can rub out the 
 tally all but one mark. I have paid you 
 for fourteen loads, and you have wheeled 
 in fifteen ; so you have one mark to go to 
 the new tally. You can go round to the 
 shed, and find a wet cloth, and wipe out 
 your marks clean, and then make one 
 again, and leave it there for to-mor 
 row." 
 
 " But we are going right back now," 
 said Hollo. 
 
 " No," said his father ; " I don t want 
 you to do any more to-day." 
 
 " Why not, father ? We want to, very 
 much." 
 
 1* H* 
 
90 CAUSEY -BUILDING. 
 
 " I cannot tell you why, now ; but I 
 choose you should not. And, now, here 
 is a luncheon for you in this basket. You 
 may go and eat it where you please." 
 
 RIGHTS DEFINED. 
 
 So the boys took the basket, and, after 
 they had rubbed out the tally, they went 
 and sat down by their sand-garden, and 
 began to eat the bread arid cheese very 
 happily together. 
 
 After they had finished their luncheon, 
 they went and got a watering-pot, and 
 began to water their sand -garden, and, 
 while doing it, began to talk about what 
 they should buy with their money. They 
 talked of several things that they should 
 like, and, at last, Hollo said he meant to 
 buy a bow and arrow with his. 
 
 " A bow and arrow ? " said James. " I 
 do not believe your father will let you." 
 
 "Yes, he will let me," said Rollo. 
 "Besides, it is our money, and we can do 
 what we have a mind to with it." 
 
 " 1 don t believe that," said James. 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 91 
 
 " Why, yes, we can," said Rollo. 
 
 " I don t believe we can," said James. 
 
 " Well, I mean to go and ask my fa 
 ther," said Rollo, " this minute." 
 
 So he laid down the watering-pot, and 
 ran in, and James after him. When they 
 got into the room where his father was, 
 they came and stood by his side a minute, 
 waiting for him to be ready to speak to 
 them. 
 
 Presently, his father laid down his pen, 
 and said, 
 
 " What, my boys ! " 
 
 " Is not this money our own ? " said 
 Rollo. 
 
 Yes." 
 
 " And can we not buy what we have a 
 mind to with it ? " 
 
 " That depends upon what you have a 
 mind to buy." 
 
 " But, father, I should think that, if it 
 was our own, we might do any thing with 
 it we please." 
 
 "No," said his father, " that does not 
 follow, at all." 
 
 " Why, father," said Rollo, looking dis 
 appointed, "I thought every body could 
 
92 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 do what they pleased with their own 
 things." 
 
 " Whose hat is that you have on ? Is it 
 James s ? " 
 
 u No, sir, it is mine." 
 
 " Are you sure it is your own ? " 
 
 " Why, yes, sir," said Rollo, taking off 
 his hat and looking at it. and wondering 
 what his father could mean. 
 
 " Well, do you suppose you have aright 
 to go and sell it ? " 
 
 " No, sir," said Rollo. 
 
 " Or go and burn it up ? " 
 
 " No, sir." 
 
 " Or give it away ? " 
 
 "No, sir." 
 
 " Then it seems that people cannot al 
 ways do what they please with their own 
 things." 
 
 " Why, father, it seems to me, that is a 
 very different thing." 
 
 " I dare say it seems so to you ; but it 
 is not it is just the same thing No 
 person can do any thing they please with 
 their property. There are limits and re 
 strictions in all cases. And in all cases 
 where children have property, whether it 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 93 
 
 is money, hats, toys, or any thing, they 
 arc always limited and restricted to such 
 a use of them as their parents approve. 
 So, when I give you money, it becomes 
 yours just as your clothes, or your wheel 
 barrow, or your books, are yours. They 
 are all yours to use and to enjoy ; but in 
 the way of using them arid enjoying them, 
 you must be under my direction. Do you 
 understand that ? " 
 
 " Why, yes, sir," said Rollo. 
 
 " And does it not appear reasonable ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir, I don t know but it is rea 
 sonable. But men can do any thing they 
 please with their money, can they not ? " 
 
 " No," said his father ; " they are un 
 der various restrictions made by the laws 
 of the land. But I cannot talk any more 
 about it now. When you have finished 
 your work, I will talk with you about 
 expending your money." 
 
 The boys went on with their work the 
 next day, and built the causey up high 
 enough with stones. They then levelled 
 them off, and began to wheel on the gravel. 
 Jonas made each of them a little shovel 
 out of a shingle ; and, as the gravel was 
 
94 CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 lying loose under a high bank, they could 
 shovel it up easily, and fill their wheel 
 barrows. The third day they covered the 
 stones entirely with gravel, and smoothed 
 it all over with a rake and hoe, and, after 
 it had become well trodden, it made a 
 beautiful, hard causey ; so that now there 
 was a firm and dry road all the way from 
 the house to the watering-place at the 
 brook. 
 
 CALCULATION. 
 
 On counting up the loads which it had 
 taken to do this work, Hollo s father found 
 that he owed Hollo twenty-three cents, 
 and James twenty-one. The reason why 
 Hollo had earned the most was because, 
 at one time, James said he was tired, and 
 must rest, and, while he was resting, 
 Rollo went on wheeling. 
 
 James seemed rather sorry that he had 
 not got as many cents as Rollo. 
 
 "I wish I had not stopped to rest," 
 said he. 
 
 " I wish so too," said Rollo ; " but I 
 
CAUSEY-BUILDING. 95 
 
 will give you two of my cents, and then 
 I shall have only twenty-one, like you." 
 
 " Shall we be alike then ? " 
 
 " Yes," said Rollo ; " for, you see, t\vo 
 cents taken away from twenty-three, leaves 
 twenty-one, which is just as many as you 
 have." 
 
 " Yes , but then I shall have more. If 
 you give me two, / shall have twenty- 
 three." 
 
 " So you will," said Rollo ; " I did not 
 think of that." 
 
 The boys paused at this unexpected 
 difficulty; at last, Rollo said he might 
 give his two cents back to his father, and 
 then they should have both alike. 
 
 ^ust then the boys heard some one 
 calling, 
 
 " Rollo ! " 
 
 Rollo looked up, and saw his mother at 
 the chamber window. She was sitting 
 there at work, and had heard their con 
 versation. 
 
 " What, mother ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " You might give him one of yours, and 
 then you will both have twenty-two." 
 
 They thought that this would be a fine 
 
(H* CAUSEY-BUILDING. 
 
 plan, and wondered why they had not 
 thought of it before. A few days after 
 wards, they decided to buy two little 
 shovels with their money, one for each, so 
 that they might shovel sand and gravel 
 easier than with the wooden shovels that 
 Jonas made. 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 FARMER CROPWELL. 
 
 ONE warm morning, early in the spring, 
 just after the snow was melted off from the 
 ground, Hollo and his father went to take 
 a walk. The ground by the side of the 
 road was dry and settled, and they walked 
 along very pleasantly ; and at length they 
 came to a fine-looking farm. The house 
 was not very large, but there were great 
 sheds and barns, and spacious yards, and 
 high wood-piles, and flocks of geese, and 
 heiiF -Mid turkeys, and cattle and sheep, 
 sunning themselves around the barns. 
 
 Hollo and his father walked into the 
 yard, and went up to the end door, a large 
 pig running away with a grunt when they 
 came up. The door was open, and Hol 
 lo s father knocked at it with the head of 
 
iOO HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 his cane. A pleasant-looking young wo 
 man came to the door. 
 
 " Is Farmer Cropwell at home?" said 
 Hollo s father. 
 
 " Yes, sir," said she, " he is out m the 
 long barn, I believe." 
 
 " Shall I go there and look for him?" 
 said he. 
 
 " If you please, sir." 
 
 So Hollo s father walked along to the 
 barn. 
 
 It was a long barn indeed. Rollo 
 thought he had never seen so large a 
 building. On each side was a Ions; range 
 
 o o o 
 
 of stalls for cattle, facing towards the 
 middle, and great scaffolds overhead, 
 partly filled with hay and with bundles 
 of straw. They walked down the barn 
 floor, and in one place Rollo passed a large 
 bull chained by the nose in one of the 
 stalls. The bull uttered a sort of low 
 growl or roar, as Rollo and his father 
 passed, which made him a little afraid ; 
 but his attention was soon attracted to 
 some hens, a little farther along, which 
 were standing on the edge of the scaffold 
 ing over his head, and cackling with noise 
 enough to fill the whole barn. 
 
THE BVLL CHAINED BY THE NOSE Pae 300. 
 
ROLLO S CARDEN. 101 
 
 When they got to the other end of tho 
 barn, they found a door leading out into 
 a shed ; and there was Farmer Cropwell, 
 with one of his men and a pretty large 
 boy, getting out some ploughs. 
 
 " Good morning, Mr. Cropwell," said 
 Hollo s father ; " what ! are you going to 
 ploughing ? " 
 
 " Why, it is about time to overhaul tho 
 ploughs, and see that they are in order. 
 1 think we shall have an early season." 
 
 " Yes, I find my garden is getting set 
 tled, and I came to talk with you a little 
 about some garden seeds." 
 
 The truth was, that Hollo s father was 
 accustomed to come every spring, and 
 purchase his garden seeds at this farm ; 
 and so, after a few minutes, they went 
 into the house, taking Rollo with them, to 
 get the seeds that were wanted, out of 
 the seed-room. 
 
 What they called the seed-room was a 
 large closet in the house, with shelves all 
 around it ; and Rollo waited there a little 
 while, until the seeds were selected, put 
 up in papers, and given to his father. 
 
 When this was all done, and they were 
 Just coming out, the farmer said, " Well, 
 
102 HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 my little boy, you have been very still and 
 patient. Should not you like some seeds 
 *oo ? Have you got any garden ? " 
 
 " No, sir," said Rollo; " but perhaps my 
 father will give me some ground for one." 
 
 " Well, I will give you a few seeds, al 
 any rate." So he opened a little drawer, 
 and took out some seeds, and put them in 
 a piece of paper, and wrote something on 
 the outside. Then he did so again and 
 again, until he had four little papers, 
 which he handed to Rollo, and told him 
 to plant them in his garden. 
 
 Rollo thanked him, and took his seeds, 
 and they returned home. 
 
 WORK AND PLAY. 
 
 On the way, Rollo thought it would be 
 an excellent plan for him to have a gar 
 den, and he told his father so. 
 
 " I think it would be an excellent plan 
 myself," said his father. " But do you 
 intend to make work or play of it ?" 
 
 " Why, I must make work of it, must 
 not I, if I have a real garden ? : 
 
ROLLO S GARDEN 103 
 
 "No," said his father; "you may make 
 play of it if you choose." 
 
 " How ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " Why, you can take a hoe, and hoe 
 about in the ground as long as it amuses 
 you to hoe ; and then you can plant your 
 seeds, and water and weed them just as 
 long as you find any amusement in it. 
 Then, if you have any thing else to play 
 with, you can neglect your garden a long 
 time, and let the weeds grow, and not 
 come and pull them up until you get tired 
 of other play, and happen to feel like 
 working in your garden." 
 
 " I should not think that that would be 
 a very good plan," said Rollo. 
 
 " Why, yes," replied his father ; " f 
 do not know but that it is a good plan 
 enough, that is, for play. It is right for 
 you to play sometimes ; and I do not 
 know why you might not play with a 
 piece of ground, and seeds, as well as 
 with any thing else." 
 
 " Well, father, how should I manage 
 mv garden if I was going to make ivork 
 of it ? " 
 
 " O, then you would not do it for 
 amusement, but for the useful results. 
 
f04 HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 You would consider what you could raise 
 to best advantage, and then lay out your 
 garden ; not as you might happen infancy 
 doing it, but so as to get the most produce 
 from it. When you come to dig it over, 
 you would not consider how long you 
 could find amusement in digging, but how 
 
 OO O 
 
 much digging is necessary to make the 
 ground productive ; and so in all your 
 operations." 
 
 "Well, father, which do you think 
 would be the best plan for me ? " 
 
 " Why, I hardly know. By making 
 play of it, you will have the greatest 
 pleasure as you go along. But, in the 
 other plan, you will have some good crops 
 of vegetables, fruits, and flowers." 
 
 " And shouldn t I have any crops if I 
 made play of my garden ? " 
 
 " Yes ; I think you might, perhaps, 
 have some flowers, and, perhaps, some 
 beans and peas." 
 
 Hollo hesitated for some time which 
 plan he should adopt. He had worked 
 enough to know that it was often very 
 tiresome to keep on with his work when 
 he wanted to go and play ; but then he 
 knew that after it was over, there was 
 
ROLLO S GARDEN. 105 
 
 great satisfaction in thinking of useful 
 employment, and in seeing what had been 
 done. 
 
 That afternoon he went out into the 
 garden to consider what he should do, 
 and he found his father there, staking out 
 some ground. 
 
 " Father," said he, "whereabouts should 
 you give me the ground for my garden ? " 
 
 " Why, that depends," said his father, 
 " on the plan you determine upon. If 
 you are going to make play of it, I must 
 give you ground in a back corner, where 
 the irregularity, and the weeds, will be 
 out of sight. But if you conclude to have 
 a real garden, and to work industriously 
 a little while every day upon it, I should 
 give it to you there, just beyond the pear- 
 
 tree." 
 
 Rollo looked at the two places, but he 
 could not make up his mind. That even- 
 in": he asked Jonas about it, and Jonas 
 advised him to ask his father to let him 
 have both. " Then," said he, " you can 
 work on your real garden as long; as 
 there is any necessary work to be done, 
 and then you could go and play about the 
 other with James or Lucy, when they are 
 here." 
 
106 HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 Rollo went off immediately, and asked 
 his father. His father said there would 
 be some difficulties about that; but he 
 would think of it, and see if there was 
 any way to avoid them. 
 
 The next morning, when he came in to 
 breakfast, he had a paper in his hand, and 
 he told Rollo he had concluded to let him 
 have the two gardens, on certain condi 
 tions, which he had written down. He 
 opened the paper, and read as follows : 
 
 " Conditions on which I let Rollo have 
 two pieces of land to cultivate ; the one 
 to be called his working -gar den, and the 
 other his playing-garden. 
 
 " 1. In cultivating his working-garden, 
 he is to take Jonas s advice, and to follow 
 it faithfully in every respect. 
 
 "2. He is not to go and work upon his 
 playing-garden, at any time, when there 
 is any work that ought to be done on his 
 working-garden. 
 
 " 3. If he lets his working-garden get 
 out of order, and I give him notice of it ; 
 then, if it is not put perfectly in order 
 again within three days after receiving 
 the notice, he is to forfeit the garden, and 
 all that is growing upon it 
 
ROLLO S GARDEN. 107 
 
 " 4. Whatever he raises, he may sell to 
 me, at fair prices, at the end of the sea 
 
 son." 
 
 PLANTING. 
 
 Rollo accepted the conditions, and 
 asked his father to stake out the two 
 pieces of ground for him, as soon as he 
 could ; and his father did so that day. 
 The piece for the working-garden was 
 much the largest. There was a row of 
 currant-bushes near it, and his father said 
 he might consider all those opposite his 
 piece of ground as included in it, and be 
 longing to him. 
 
 So Rollo asked Jonas what he had bet 
 ter do first, and Jonas told him that the 
 first thing was to dig his ground all over, 
 pretty deep; and, as it was difficult to 
 begin it, Jonas said he would begin it r or 
 him. So Jonas began, and dug along one 
 side, and instructed Rollo how to throw 
 up the spadefuls of earth out of the way, 
 so that the next spadeful would come up 
 easier. 
 
 Jonas, in this way, made a kind of 
 
103 HOLLO S GARDEN 
 
 a trench all along the side of Hollo s 
 ground ; and he told Rollo to be careful 
 to throw every spadeful well forward, so 
 as to keep the trench open and free, and 
 then it would be easy for him to dig. 
 
 Jonas then left him, and told him that 
 there was work enough for him for three 
 or four days, to dig up his ground well. 
 
 Rollo went to work, very patiently, for 
 the first day, and persevered an hour in 
 digging up his ground. Then he left his 
 work for that day; and the next morning, 
 when the regular hour which he had al 
 lotted to work arrived, he found he had 
 not much inclination to return to it. He 
 accordingly asked his father whether it 
 would not be a good plan to plant what 
 he had already dug, before he dug any 
 more. 
 
 " What is Jonas s advice ? " said his 
 father. 
 
 " Why, he told me I had better dig it 
 all up first ; but I thought that, if 1 planted 
 
 part first, those things would be growing 
 
 ~ 
 
 while I am digging up the rest of the 
 
 ground." 
 
 " But you must do, you know, as Jonas 
 advises ; that is the condition. Next 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 10P 
 
 year, perhaps, you will be old enough to 
 act according to your own judgment ; but 
 this year you must follow guidance." 
 
 Hollo recollected the condition, and he 
 had nothing to say against it ; but he 
 looked dissatisfied. 
 
 " Don t you think that is reasonable, 
 Rollo?" said his fatner. 
 
 " Why ; I don t know," said Rollo. 
 
 " This very case shows that it is rea 
 sonable. Here you want to plant a part 
 before you have got the ground prepared. 
 The real reason is because you are tired 
 of digging ; not because you are really of 
 opinion that that would be a better plan. 
 You have not the means of judging 
 whether it is, or is not, now, time to be 
 gin to put in seeds." 
 
 Rollo could not help seeing that that 
 was his real motive ; and he promised his 
 father that he would go on, though it was 
 tiresome. It was not the hard labor of 
 the digging that fatigued him, for, by fol 
 lowing Jonas s directions, he found it easy 
 work ; but it was the sameness of it. He 
 longed for something new. 
 
 He persevered, however, and it was a 
 valuable lesson to him ; for when he had 
 
110 HOLLOS GARDEN. 
 
 got it all done, he was so satisfied with 
 thinking that it was fairly completed, and 
 in thinking that now it was all ready to 
 gether, and that he could form a plan for 
 the whole at once, that he determined 
 that forever after, when he had any un 
 pleasant piece of work to do, he would 
 go on patiently through it, even if it was 
 tiresome. 
 
 With Jonas s help, Rollo planned his 
 garden beautifully. He put double rows 
 of peas and beans all around, so that when 
 they should grow up, they would enclose 
 his garden like a fence or hedge, and 
 make it look snug and pleasant within. 
 Then, he had a row of corn, for he thought 
 he should like some green corn himself to 
 roast. Then, he had one bed of beets 
 and some hills of muskmelons, and in 
 one corner he planted some flower seeds, 
 so that he could have some flowers to put 
 into his mother s glasses, for the mantel 
 piece. 
 
 Rollo took great interest in laying out 
 and planting his ground, and in watching 
 the garden when the seeds first came up ; 
 for all this was easy and pleasant work. 
 In the intervals, he used to play on his 
 
ROLLO S GARDEN. Ill 
 
 pleasure-ground, planting and digging, 
 and setting outjust as he pleased. 
 
 Sometimes he, and James, and Lucy, 
 would go out in the woods with his little 
 wheelbarrow, and dig up roots of flowers 
 and little trees there, and bring them in, 
 and set them out here and there. But 
 he did not proceed regularly with this 
 ground. He did not dig it all up first, 
 and then form a regular plan for the 
 whole ; and the consequence was, that it 
 soon became very irregular. He would 
 want to make a path one day where he 
 had set out a little tree, perhaps, a few 
 days before ; and it often happened that, 
 when he was making a little trench to 
 sow one kind of seeds, out came a whole 
 parcel of others that he had put in before, 
 and forgotten. 
 
 Then, when the seeds came up in his 
 playing-garden, they came up here and 
 there, irregularly ; but, in his working- 
 garden, all looked orderly and beautiful. 
 
 One evening, just before sundown, Rollo 
 brought out his father and mother to look 
 at his two gardens. The difference be 
 tween them was very great ; and Rollo, 
 as he ran along before his father, said that 
 
112 HOLLOS GARDEN. 
 
 he thought the working plan of making a 
 garden was a great deal better than the 
 playing plan. 
 
 " That depends upon what your ob 
 ject is." 
 
 " How so ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " Why, which do you think you have 
 had the most amusement from, thus far ? " 
 
 " Why, I have had most amusement, I 
 suppose, in the little garden in the corner." 
 
 " Yes," said his father, " undoubtedly. 
 But the other appears altogether the best 
 now, and will produce altogether more in 
 the end. So, if your object is useful re 
 sults, you must manage systematically, 
 regularly, and patiently ; but if you only 
 want amusement as you go along, you had 
 better do every day just as you happen to 
 feel inclined." 
 
 " Well, father, which do you think is 
 best for a boy ? " 
 
 " For quite small boys, a garden for 
 play is best. They have not patience or 
 industry enough for any other." 
 
 " Do you think I have patience or in 
 dustry enough ? " 
 
 " You have done very well, so far ; but 
 the trying time is to come." 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 113 
 
 Why, father ? " 
 
 " Because the novelty of the beginning 
 is over, and now you will have a good 
 deal of hoeing and weeding to do for a 
 month to come. I am not sure but that 
 you will forfeit your land yet." 
 
 "But you are to give me three days 
 notice, you know." 
 
 " That is true ; but we shall see." 
 
 THE TRYING TIME. 
 
 The trying time did come, true enough ; 
 for, in June and July, Rollo found it hard 
 to take proper care of his garden. If he 
 had worked resolutely an hour, once or 
 twice a week, it would have been enough ; 
 but he became interested in other plays, 
 and, when Jonas reminded him that the 
 weeds were growing, he would go in and 
 hoe a few minutes, and then go away to 
 play. 
 
 At last, one day his father gave him 
 notice that his garden was getting out of 
 order, and, unless it was entirely restored 
 in three days, it must be forfeited. 
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114 HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 Hollo was not much alarmed, for he 
 thought he should have ample time to do 
 it before the three days should have ex 
 pired. 
 
 It was just at night that Rollo received 
 his notice. He worked a little the next 
 morning ; but his heart was not in it much, 
 and he left it before he had made much 
 progress. The weeds were well rooted 
 and strong, and he found it much harder 
 to get them up than he expected. The 
 next day, he did a little more, and, near 
 the latter part of the afternoon, Jonas saw 
 him running about after butterflies in the 
 yard, and asked him if he had got his 
 work all done. 
 
 "No," said he; " but I think I have 
 got more than half done, and I can finish 
 it very early to-morrow." 
 
 " To-morrow ! " said Jonas. " To-mor 
 row is Sunday, and you cannot work then." 
 
 " Is it ? " said Rollo, with much sur 
 prise and alarm ; "I didn t know that. 
 What shall I do? Do you suppose my 
 father will count Sunday ? " 
 
 " Yes," said Jonas, " I presume he will. 
 He said, three days, without, mentioning 
 any thing about Sunday." 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 115 
 
 Rollo ran for his hoe. He had become 
 much attached to his ground, and was 
 very unwilling to lose it ; but he knew 
 that his father would rigorously insist on 
 his forfeiting it, if he failed to keep the 
 conditions. So he went to work as hard 
 as he could. 
 
 It was then almost sundown. He hoed 
 away, and pulled up the weeds, as indus 
 triously as possible, until the sun went 
 down. He then kept on until it was so 
 dark that he could not see any longer, and 
 then, rinding that there was considerable 
 more to be done, and that he could not 
 work any longer, he sat down on the side 
 of his little wheelbarrow, and burst into 
 tears. 
 
 He knew, however, that it would do 
 no good to cry, and so, after a time, he 
 dried his eyes, and went in. He could 
 not help hoping that his father would not 
 count the Sunday ; and " If I can only 
 have Monday," said he to himself, " it will 
 all be well." 
 
 He went in to ask his father, but found 
 that he had gone away, and would not 
 come home until quite late. He begged 
 his mother to let him sit up until he came 
 
116 HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 home, so that he could ask him, and, as 
 she saw that he was so anxious and un 
 happy about it, she consented. Rollo sat 
 at the window watching, and, as soon as 
 he heard his father drive up to the door, 
 he went out, and, while he was getting 
 out of the chaise, he said to him, in a 
 trembling, faltering voice, 
 
 " Father, do you count Sunday as one 
 of my three days ? " 
 
 " No, my son." 
 
 Rollo clapped his hands, and said, " O, 
 how glad ! " and ran back. He told his 
 mother that he was very much obliged to 
 her for letting him sit up, and now he was 
 ready to go to bed. 
 
 He went to his room, undressed him 
 self, and, in a few minutes, his father 
 came in to get his light, 
 
 u Father," said Rollo, " I am very much 
 obliged to you for not counting Sunday." 
 
 " It is not out of any indulgence to you, 
 Rollo ; I have no right to count Sunday." 
 
 " No right, father ? Why, you said three 
 days." 
 
 " Yes ; but in such agreements as 
 that, three working days are always 
 meant ; so that, strictly, according to the 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. Ill 
 
 ngreement, I do not think I have any 
 right to count Sunday. If I had, I should 
 have felt obliged to count it." 
 
 "Why, father?" 
 
 " Because I want you, when you grow 
 up to be a man, to be bound by your 
 agreements. Men will hold you to your 
 agreements when you are a man, and 1 
 want you to be accustomed to it while you 
 are a boy. I should rather give up twice 
 as much land as your garden, than take 
 yours away from you now ; but I must do 
 it if you do not get it in good order before 
 the time is out." 
 
 " But, father, I shall, for I shall have 
 time enough on Monday." 
 
 " True ; but some accident may pre 
 vent it. Suppose you should be sick." 
 
 " If I was sick, should you count it ? " 
 
 " Certainly. You ought not to let your 
 garden get out of order ; and, if you do 
 it, you run the risk of all accidents that 
 may prevent your working during the 
 three days." 
 
 Rollo bade his father good night, and he 
 went to sleep, thinking what a narrow 
 escape he had had. He felt sure that he 
 should save it now, for he did not think 
 
118 ROLLO fe GARDEN. 
 
 there was the least danger of his being 
 sick on Monday. 
 
 A NARROW ESCAPE. 
 
 Monday morning came, and, when he 
 awoke, his first movement was, to jump 
 out of bed, exclaiming, 
 
 " Well, I am not sick this morning, 
 am I ? 
 
 He had scarcely spoken the words, 
 however, before his ear caught the sound 
 of rain, and, looking out of the window, 
 he saw, to his utter consternation, that it 
 was pouring steadily down, and, from the 
 wind and the gray uniformity of the clouds, 
 there was every appearance of a settled 
 storm. 
 
 " What shall I do? " said Rollo. " What 
 shall I do ? Why did I not finish *,t on 
 Saturday ? " 
 
 He dressed himself, went down stairs, 
 and looked out at the clouds. There was 
 no prospect of any thing but rain, lie 
 ate his breakfast, and then went out, and 
 looked again. Rain, still. He studied and 
 
ROLLO S GARDEN. 119 
 
 recited his morning lessons, and then again 
 looked out. Rain, rain. He could not 
 help hoping it would clear up before night; 
 but, as it continued so steadily, he began 
 to be seriously afraid that, after all, he 
 should lose his garden. 
 
 He spent the day very anxiously and 
 unhappily. He knew, from what his fa 
 ther had said, that he could not hope to 
 have another day allowed, and that all 
 would depend on his being able to do the 
 work before night. 
 
 At last, about the middle of the after 
 noon, Rollo came into the room where his 
 father and mother were sitting, and told 
 his father that it did not rain a great deal 
 then, and asked him if he might not go 
 out and finish his weeding ; he did not 
 care, he said, if he did get wet. 
 
 " But your getting wet will not injure 
 you alone it will spoil your clothes." 
 
 " Besides, you will take cold," said his 
 mother. 
 
 a Perhaps he would not take cold, if he 
 were to put on dry clothes as soon as he 
 leaves working/ said his father ; " but 
 wetting his clothes would put you to a 
 
120 HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 good deal of trouble. No; I d rather you 
 would not go, on the whole, Hollo." 
 
 Rollo turned away with tears in his 
 eyes, arid went out into the kitchen. He 
 sat down on a bench in the shed where 
 Jonas was working, and looked out tow 
 ards the garden. Jonas pitied him, and 
 would gladly have gone and done the work 
 for him ; but he knew that his father 
 would not allow that. At last, a sudden 
 thought struck him. 
 
 " Rollo," said he, " you might perhaps 
 find some old clothes in the garret, which 
 it would not hurt to get wet." 
 
 Rollo jumped up, and said, " Let us go 
 and see." 
 
 They went up garret, and found, hang 
 ing up, quite a quantity of old clothes. 
 Some belonged to Jonas, some to himself, 
 and they selected the worst ones they 
 could find, and carried them down into 
 the shed. 
 
 Then Rollo went and called his mother 
 to come out, and he asked her if she 
 thought it would hurt those old clothes to 
 get w r et. She laughed, and said no ; and 
 said she would go and ask his father to let 
 him go out with them. 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 121 
 
 In a few minutes, she came back, and 
 said that his father consented, but that 
 he must go himself, and put on the old 
 clothes, without troubling his mother, 
 and then, when he came back, he must 
 rub himself dry with a towel, and put 
 on his common dress, and put the wet 
 ones somewhere in the shed to dry; and 
 when they were dry, put them all back 
 carefully in their places. 
 
122 ROLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 Rollo ran up to his room, and rigged 
 himself out, as well as he could, putting 
 one of Jonas s great coats over him, and 
 wearing an old broad-brimmed straw hat 
 on his head. Thus equipped, he took his 
 hoe, and sallied forth in the rain. 
 
 At first he thought it was good fun ; but, 
 in about half an hour, he began to be tired, 
 and to feel very uncomfortable. The rain 
 spattered in his face, and leaked down the 
 back of his neck ; and then the ground 
 was wet and slippery ; and once or twice 
 he almost gave up in despair. 
 
 He persevered, however, and before 
 dark he got it done. He raked off all 
 the weeds, and smoothed the ground over 
 carefully, for he knew his father would 
 come out to examine it as soon as the 
 storm was over. Then he went in, rubbed 
 himself dry, changed his clothes, and went 
 and took his seat by the kitchen fire. 
 
 His father came out a few minutes 
 after, and said, " Well, Rollo, have you 
 got through ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir," said Rollo. 
 
 " Well, I am very glad of it. I was 
 afraid you would have lost your garden. 
 As it is, perhaps it will do you good." 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 " How ? " said Rollo. " What good ?" 
 
 " It will teach you, I hope, that it is 
 
 dangerous to neglect or postpone doing 
 
 one s duty. We cannot always depend 
 
 on repairing the mischief. When the 
 
 i 
 
 proper opportunity is once lost, it may 
 
 never return." 
 
 Rollo said nothing, but he thought he 
 should remember the lesson as long as he 
 lived. 
 
 He remembered it for the rest of that 
 summer, at any rate, and did not run any 
 more risks. He kept his ground very neat, 
 and his father did not have to give him 
 notice again. His corn grew finely, and 
 he had many a good roasting ear from it ; 
 and his flowers helped ornament the par 
 lor mantel-piece all the summer; and the 
 green peas, and the beans, and the musk- 
 melons, and the other vegetables, which 
 his father took and paid for, amounted to 
 more than two dollars. 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 ADVICE. 
 
 "Well, Rollo," said his father, one 
 evening, as he was sitting on his cricket 
 before a bright, glowing fire, late in the 
 autumn, after all his fruits were gathered 
 in, " you have really done some work this 
 summer, haven t you?" 
 
 " Yes, sir,- said Rollo ; and he began 
 to reckon up the amount of peas, and 
 beans, and corn, and other things, that he 
 had raised. 
 
 " Yes," said his father, " you have had 
 a pretty good garden ; but the best of it is 
 your own improvement* You are really 
 beginning to get over some of the faults 
 
 Q O O 
 
 of boy work*** 
 
 "What are the faults of boy work?" 
 said Rollo. 
 
 " One of the first is, confounding work 
 with play, or rather expecting the pleas 
 ure of play, while they are doing work. 
 There is great pleasure in doing work, as 
 I have told you before, when it is well 
 and properly done, but it is very different 
 from the pleasure of play. It comes later ; 
 
HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 generally after the work is done. While 
 von are doing your work, it requires exer 
 tion and self-denial, and sometimes the 
 sameness is tiresome. 
 
 " It is so with men when they work, 
 but they expect it will be so, and perse 
 vere notwithstanding ; but boys, who have 
 not, learned this, expect their work will 
 be play ; and, when they find it is not so, 
 they get tired, and want to leave it or to 
 find some new way. 
 
 " You showed your wish to make play 
 of your work, that day when you were 
 getting in your chips, by insisting on hav 
 ing just such a basket as you happened to 
 fancy; and then, when you got a little 
 tired of that, going for the wheelbarrow; 
 and then leaving the chips altogether, and 
 going to piling the wood." 
 
 "Well, father," said Hollo, "do not 
 men try to make their work as pleasant 
 as they can ?" 
 
 " Yes, but they do not continually 
 change from one thing to another in 
 hopes to make it amusing. They always 
 expect that it will be laborious and tire 
 some, and they understand this before- 
 
126 HOLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 hand, and go steadily forward notwith 
 standing. You are beginning to learn to 
 do this. 
 
 " Another fault, which you boys are 
 very apt to fall into, is impatience. This 
 comes from the first fault ; for you expect, 
 when you go to work, the kind of pleas 
 ure you have in play, and when you find 
 you do not obtain it, or meet with any 
 difficulties, you grow impatient, and get 
 tired of what you are doing. 
 
 " From this follows the third fault 
 changeableness, or want of perseverance. 
 Instead of steadily going forward in the 
 way they commence, boys are very apt to 
 abandon one thing after another, and to 
 try this new way, and that new way, so 
 as to accomplish very little in any thing." 
 
 " Do you think I have overcome all 
 these?" said Hollo. 
 
 " In part," said his father; "you begin 
 to understand something about them, and 
 to be on your guard against them. But 
 you have only made a beginning." 
 
 " Only a beginning? " said Rollo; " why, 
 f thought I had learned to work pretty 
 well." 
 
ROLLO S GARDEN. 
 
 " So you have, for a little boy ; but it is 
 only a beginning, after all. I don t think 
 you would succeed in persevering steadily, 
 so as to accomplish any serious undertak 
 
 ing now." 
 
 "Why, father, I think I should." 
 " Suppose I should give you the Latin 
 grammar to learn in three months, and 
 tell you that, at the end of that time, I 
 would hear you recite it all at once. Do 
 you suppose you should be ready?" 
 " Why, father, that is not work." 
 " Yes," said his father, " that is one 
 kind of work, and just such a kind of 
 work, so far as patience, steadiness, and 
 perseverance, are needed, as you will have 
 most to do, in future years. But if I 
 were to give it to you to do, and then say 
 nothing to you about it till you had time 
 to have learned the whole, I have some 
 doubts whether you would recite a tenth 
 part of it." 
 
 Rollo was silent ; he knew it would 
 be just so. 
 
 "No, iny little son," said his father, 
 putting him down and patting his head, 
 "you have got a great deal to learn 
 
28 HOLLOS GARDEN. 
 
 before you become a man ; but then you 
 have got some years to learn it in ; that is 
 a comfort. But now it is time for you to 
 go to bed : so good night." 
 
THE APPLE GATHERING, 
 
THE 
 
 APPLE-GATHERING 
 
 THE GARDEN-HOUSE. 
 
 THERE was a certain building on one 
 side of Farmer Cropwell s yard which 
 they called the garden-house. There was 
 one large double door which opened from 
 it into the garden, and another smaller 
 one which led to the yard towards the 
 house. On one side of this room were a 
 great many different kinds of garden- 
 tools, such as hoes, rakes, shovels, and 
 spades ; there were one or two wheel 
 barrows, and little wagons. Over these 
 were two or three broad shelves, with 
 baskets, and bundles of matting, and 
 ropes, and chains, and various iron tools. 
 Around the wall, in different places, vari 
 ous things were hung up here a row of 
 augers, there a trap, and in other places 
 parts of harness. 
 
132 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 Opposite to these, there was a large 
 bench, which extended along the whole 
 side. At one end of this bench there 
 were a great many carpenter s tools ; and 
 the other was covered with papers of 
 seeds, and little bundles of dried plants, 
 which Farmer Cropwell had just been 
 getting in from the garden. 
 
 The farmer and one of his boys was at 
 work here, arranging his seeds, and doing 
 up his bundles, one pleasant morning in 
 the fall, when a boy about twelve years 
 old came running to the door of the gar 
 den-house, from the yard, playing with a 
 ] arge dog. The dog ran behind him, 
 jumping up upon him ; and when they 
 got to the door, the boy ran in quick, 
 laughing, and shut the door suddenly, so 
 that the dog could not come in after him. 
 This boy s name was George : the dog s 
 name was Nappy that is, they always 
 called him Nappy. His true name was 
 Napoleon ; though James always thought 
 that he got his name from the long naps 
 he used to take in a certain sunny corner 
 of the yard. 
 
 But, as I said before, George got intc 
 the garden-house, and shut Nappy out. 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 133 
 
 He stood there holding the door, and 
 said, 
 
 " Father, all the horses have been wa 
 tered but Jolly: may I ride him to the 
 brook ? " 
 
 " Yes," said his father. 
 
 So George turned round, and opened 
 the door a little way, and peeped out. 
 
 " Ah, old Nappy ! you are there still, 
 are you, wagging your tail ? Don t you 
 wish you could catch him ? " 
 
 George then shut the door, and walked 
 softly across to the great door leading out 
 iii to the garden. From here he stole 
 softly around into the barn, by a back 
 way, and then came forward, and peeped 
 out in front, and saw that Nappy was still 
 there, sitting up, and looking at the door 
 very closely. He was waiting for George 
 to come out. 
 
 JOLLY. 
 
 George then went back to the stall 
 where Jolly was feeding. He went in 
 and untied his halter, and led him out. 
 
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134 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 Jolly was a sleek, black, beautiful little 
 horse, not old enough to do much work, 
 but a very good horse to ride. George 
 took down a bridle, and, after leading Jolly 
 to a horse-block, where he could stand up 
 high enough to reach his head, he put the 
 bridle on, and then jumped up upon his 
 back, and walked him out of the barn by 
 a door where Nappy could not see them. 
 
 He then rode round by the other side 
 of the house, until he came to the road, 
 and he went along the road until he could 
 see up the yard to the place where Nappy 
 was watching. He called out, Nappy! in 
 a loud voice, and then immediately set his 
 horse off upon a run. Nappy looked down 
 to the road, and was astonished to see 
 George upon the horse, when he supposed 
 he was still behind the door where he was 
 watching, and he sprang forward, and set 
 off after him in full pursuit. 
 
 He caught George just as he was rid 
 ing down into the brook. George was 
 looking round and laughing at him as he 
 came up ; but Nappy looked quite grave, 
 and did nothing but go down into the 
 brook, and hp up water with his tongue, 
 while the horse drank. 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 125 
 
 While the horse was drinking, Rollo 
 came along the road, and George asked 
 him how his garden came on. 
 
 " O, very well," said Rollo. " Father 
 is going to give me a larger one next 
 year." 
 
 " Have you got a strawberry-bed ? " 
 said George. 
 
 " No," said Rollo. 
 
 " I should think you would have a 
 strawberry-bed. My father will give you 
 some plants, and you can set them out 
 this fall." 
 
 " I don t know how to set them out," 
 said Rollo. " Could you come and show 
 me ? " 
 
 George said he would ask his father ; 
 and then, as his horse had done drinking, 
 he turned round, and rode home again. 
 
 Mr. Crop well said that he would give 
 Rollo a plenty of strawberry-plants, and, 
 as to George s helping him set them out, he 
 said that they might exchange works. If 
 Rollo would come and help George gather 
 his meadow-russets, George might go and 
 help him make his strawberry-bed. That 
 evening, George went and told Rollo of 
 this plan, and Rollo s father approved of 
 
HO THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 it. So it was agreed that, the next day, 
 he should go to help them gather the 
 russets. They invited James to go too. 
 
 THE PET LAMB. 
 
 The next morning, James and Rollo 
 went together to the farmer s. They found 
 George at the gate waiting for them, with 
 his dog Nappy. As the boys were walk 
 ing along into the yard, George said that 
 his dog Nappy was the best friend he had 
 in the world, except his lamb. 
 
 " Your lamb ! " said James ; " have you 
 got a lamb ?" 
 
 " Yes, a most beautifirl little lamb. 
 When he was very little indeed, he was 
 weak and sick, and father thought he 
 would not live ; and he told me I might 
 have him if I wanted him. I made a bed 
 for him in the corner of the kitchen." 
 
 " O, I wish I had one," said James. 
 61 Where is he now ? " 
 
 " O, he is grown up large, and he plays 
 around in the field behind the house. If 
 I go out there with a little pan of milL 
 
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THE APPLE-GATHERING. 137 
 
 and call him so, Co-nan, Co-nan, Co- 
 nan, he comes running up to me to get 
 the milk." 
 
 " I wish I could see him," said James. 
 
 " Well, you can," said George. " My 
 sister Ann will go and show him to you." 
 
 So George called his sister Ann, and 
 asked her if she should be willing to go 
 and show James and Rollo his lamb, while 
 he went and got the little wagon ready 
 to go for the apples. 
 
 Ann said she would, and she went into 
 the house, and got a pan with a little milk 
 in the bottom of it, and walked along 
 carefully, James and Rollo following her. 
 When they had got round to the other 
 side of the house, they found there a little 
 gate, leading out into a field where there 
 were green grass and little clumps of 
 trees. 
 
 Ann went carefully through. James 
 and Rollo stopped to look. She walked 
 on a little way, and looked around every 
 where, but she saw no lamb. Presently 
 she began to call out, as George had said, 
 " Co-nan, Co-nan, Co-nan" 
 
 In a minute or two, the lamb began to 
 run towards her out of a little thicket of 
 
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138 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 bushes ; and it drank the milk out of the 
 pan. James and Rollo were very much 
 pleased, but they did not go towards the 
 lamb. Ann let it drink all it wanted, and 
 then it walked away.* 
 
 Then James ran back to the yard. 
 He found that George and Rollo had gone 
 into the garden-house. He went in there 
 after them, and found that they were get 
 ting a little wagon ready to draw out into 
 the field. There were three barrels stand 
 ing by the door of the garden-house, and 
 George told them that they were to put 
 their apples into them. 
 
 THE MEADOW-RUSSET. 
 
 There was a beautiful meadow down a 
 little way from Farmer Cropwell s house, 
 and at the farther side of it, across a brook, 
 there stood a very large old apple-tree, 
 which bore a kind of apples called russets, 
 and they called the tree the meadow-russet. 
 These wers the apples that the boys were 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 139 
 
 going to gather. They soon got ready, 
 and began to walk along the path towards 
 the meadow. Two of them drew the 
 wagon, and the others carried long poles 
 to knock off the apples with. 
 
 As the party were descending the hill 
 towards the meadow, they saw before 
 them, coming around a turn in the path, 
 a cart and oxen, with a large boy driving. 
 They immediately began to call out to 
 one another to turn out, some pulling one 
 way and some the other, with much noise 
 and vociferation. At last they got fairly 
 out upon the grass, and the cart went by. 
 The boy who was driving it said, as he. 
 went by, smiling, 
 
 "Who is the head of that gang?" 
 
 James and Rollo looked at him, won 
 dering what he meant. George laughed. 
 
 " What does he mean ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " He means," said George, laughing, 
 " that we make so much noise and con 
 fusion, that we cannot have any head." 
 
 u Any head ? " said James. 
 
 " Yes, any master workman." 
 
 " Why," said Rollo, " do we need a mas- 
 Vir workman?" 
 
MO 
 
 THi: APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 1 No," said George, "I don t believe 
 we do." 
 
 So the boys went along until they 
 came to the brook. They crossed the 
 brook on a bridge of planks, and were 
 very soon under the spreading branches 
 of the great apple-tree. 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 14] 
 
 INSUBORDINATION. 
 
 The boys immediately began the work 
 of getting down the apples. But, un 
 luckily, there were but two poles, and they 
 all wanted them. George had one, and 
 James the other, and Rollo came up to 
 James, and took hold of his pole, saying, 
 
 " Here, James, I will knock them down ; 
 you may pick them up and put them in 
 the wagon." 
 
 " No," said James, holding fast to his 
 pole ; " no, I d rather knock them down." 
 
 " No," said Rollo, " I can knock them 
 down better." 
 
 "But I got the pole first, and I ought 
 to have it." 
 
 Rollo, finding that James was not will 
 ing to give up his pole, left him, and went 
 to George, and asked George to let him 
 have the pole ; but George said he was 
 taller, and could use it better than Rollo. 
 
 Rollo was a little out of humor at this, 
 and stood aside and looked on. James 
 soon got tired of his pole, and laid ii 
 down ; and then Rollo seized it, and be 
 gan knocking the apples off of the tree. 
 
142 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 But it fatigued him very much to reach 
 up so high ; and, in fact, they all three got 
 tired of the poles very soon, and began 
 picking up the apples. 
 
 But they did not go on any more har 
 moniously with this than with the other. 
 After Rollo and James had thrown in 
 several apples, George came and turned 
 them all out. 
 
 " You must not put them in so," said 
 he ; " all the good and bad ones to 
 gether." 
 
 " How must we put them in ? " asked 
 Rollo. 
 
 " Why, first we must get a load of good, 
 large, whole, round apples, and then a 
 load of small and wormy ones. We only 
 put the good ones into the barrels." 
 
 " And what do you do with the little 
 ones ? " said James. 
 
 " O, we give them to the pigs." 
 
 " Well," said Rollo, " we can pick 
 them all up together now, and separate 
 them when we get home." 
 
 As he said this, he threw in a handful 
 of small apples among the good ones 
 which George had been putting in. 
 
 " Be still," said George ; " you must 
 
THE APPLE -GATHERING. 14 J 
 
 not do so. I tell you we must not mix 
 them at all." And he poured the apples 
 out upon the ground again. 
 
 " O, I ll tell you what we will do, 
 said James ; " we will get a load of little 
 ones first, and then the big ones. I want 
 to see the pigs eat them up." 
 
 But George thought it was best to take 
 the big ones first, and so they had quite a 
 discussion about it, and a great deal of 
 time was lost before they could agree. 
 
 Thus they went on for some time, dis 
 cussing every thing, and each wanting to 
 do the work in his own way. They did 
 not dispute much, it is true, for neither of 
 them wished to make difficulty. But 
 each thought he might direct as well as 
 the others, and so they had much talk and 
 clamor, and but very little work. When 
 one wanted the wagon to be on one side 
 of the tree, the others wanted it the other ; 
 and when George thought it was time to 
 draw the load along towards home, Rollo 
 and James thought it was not nearly full 
 enough. So they were all pulling in dif 
 ferent directions, and made very slow 
 progress in their work. It took them a 
 long time to get their wagon full. 
 
144 THE APPLE-GATHERING-- 
 
 When they got the load ready, and 
 were fairly set off on the road, they went 
 on smoothly and pleasantly for a time, 
 until they got up near the door of the 
 garden-house, when Rollo was going to 
 turn the wagon round so as to back it up 
 to the door, and George began to pull in 
 the other direction. 
 
 "Not so, Rollo," said George; "go 
 right up straight." 
 
 " No," said Rollo, " it is better to back 
 it up." 
 
 James had something to say, too ; and 
 they all pulled, and talked loud and all 
 together, so that there was nothing but 
 noise and clamor. In the mean time, the 
 wagon, being pulled every way, of course 
 did not move at all. 
 
 SUBORDINATION. 
 
 Presently Farmer Cropwell made his 
 appearance at the door of the garden- 
 house. 
 
 "Well, boys," said he, " you seem to 
 be pretty good-natured, and I am glad of 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 145 
 
 that; but you are certainly the noisiest 
 workmen, of your size, that I ever 
 heard." 
 
 " Why, father," said George, " I want 
 to go right up to the door, straight, and 
 Hollo won t let me." 
 
 " Must not we back it up ? " said 
 Rollo. 
 
 " Is that the way you have been work 
 ing all the morning ? " said the farmer. 
 
 " How ? " said George. 
 
 " Why, all generals and no soldiers." 
 
 "Sir?" said George. 
 
 " All of you commanding, and none 
 obeying. There is nothing but confusion 
 and noise. I don t see how you can 
 gather apples so. How many have you 
 got in?" 
 
 So saying, he went and looked into the 
 barrels. 
 
 "None," said he ; "I thought so." 
 
 He stood still a minute, as if thinking 
 what to do ; and then he told them to 
 leave the wagon there, and go with him, 
 and he would show them the way to 
 work. 
 
 The boys accordingly walked along 
 after him, through the garden-house, into 
 
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146 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 the yard. They then went across the 
 road, and down behind a barn, to a place 
 where some men were building a stone 
 bridge. They stopped upon a bank at 
 some distance, and looked down upon 
 them. 
 
 " There," said he, " see how men 
 work ! " 
 
 It happened, at that time, that all the 
 men were engaged in moving a great 
 stone with iron bars. There was scarce 
 ly any thing said by any of them. Every 
 thing went on silently, but the stone 
 moved regularly into its place. 
 
 " Now, boys, do you understand," said 
 the farmer, "how they get along so qui 
 etly ? " 
 
 " Why, it is because they are men, and 
 not boys," said Hollo. 
 
 " No," said the farmer, " that is not 
 the reason. It is because they have a 
 head." 
 
 " A head ? " said Hollo. 
 
 "Yes," said he, "a head; that is, one 
 man to direct, and the rest obey." 
 
 " Which is it ? " said George. 
 
 " It is that man who is pointing now," 
 said the farmer, " to another stone. He 
 

 
 
 THERE SAID HE SEE HOW MEN WORK. Pat e 1-16. 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 147 
 
 is telling them which to take next. 
 Watch them now, and you will see that 
 he di/ects every thing, and the rest do 
 just as he says. But you are all directing 
 and commanding together, and there is 
 nobody to obey. If you were moving 
 those stones, you would be all advising 
 and disputing together, and pulling in 
 every direction at once, and the stone 
 would not move at all." 
 
 " And do men always appoint a head," 
 said Hollo, " when they work together ? " 
 
 "No," said the farmer, "they do not 
 always appoint one regularly, but they 
 always have one, in some way or other. 
 Even when no one is particularly author 
 ized to direct, they generally let the one 
 who is oldest, or who knows most about 
 the business, take the lead, and the rest 
 do as he says." 
 
 They all then walked slowly back to 
 the garden-house, and the farmer advised 
 them to have a head, if they wanted 
 their business to go on smoothly and 
 well. 
 
 " Who do you think ought to be our 
 fead?" 
 
 " The one who is the oldest, and knows 
 
148 THE APPLE- GATHERING. 
 
 most about the business," said the farmer > 
 " and that, I suppose, would be George. 
 But perhaps you had better take turns, 
 and let each one be head for one load, and 
 then you will all learn both to command 
 and to obey." 
 
 So the boys agreed that George should 
 command while they got the next load, 
 and James and Rollo agreed to obey. 
 The farmer told them they must obey ex 
 actly, and good-naturedly. 
 
 " You must not even advise him what to 
 do, or say any thing about it at all, except 
 in some extraordinary case ; but, when 
 you talk, talk about other things altogeth 
 er, and work on exactly as he shall say." 
 
 " What if we know there is a better 
 way ? must not we tell him ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " No," said the farmer, " unless it is 
 something very uncommon. It is better 
 to go wrong sometimes, under a head, 
 than to be endlessly talking and disputing 
 how you shall go. Therefore you must 
 do exactly what he says, even if you know 
 a better way, and see if you do not get 
 along much faster " 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 149 
 
 THE NEW PLAN TRIED. 
 
 The boys determined to try the plan^ 
 and, after putting their first load of apples 
 into the barrel, they set off again under 
 George s command. He told Rollo and 
 James to draw the wagon, while he ran 
 along behind. When they got to the tree, 
 Rollo took up a pole, and began to beat 
 down some more apples ; but George told 
 him that they must first pickup what were 
 knocked down before ; and he drew the 
 wagon round to the place where he thought 
 it was best for it to stand. The other 
 boys made no objection, but worked in 
 dustriously, picking up all the small and 
 worm-eaten apples they could find ; and, 
 in a very short time, they had the wagon 
 loaded, and were on their way to the 
 house again. 
 
 Still, Rollo and James had to make so 
 great an effort to avoid interfering with 
 George s directions, that they did net 
 really enjoy this trip quite so well as they 
 did the first. It was pleasant to them to 
 be more at liberty, and they thought, en 
 the whole, that they did not like having a 
 head quite so well as * ^ing without one. 
 
150 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 Instead of going up to the garden- 
 house, George ordered them to take this 
 load to the barn, to put it in a bin where 
 all such apples were to go. When they 
 came back, the farmer came again to the 
 door of the garden-house. 
 
 " Well, boys," said he, "you have come 
 rather quicker this time. How do you 
 like that way of working ? " 
 
 " Why, not quite so well," said Hollo. 
 " I do not think it is so pleasant as the 
 other way." 
 
 " It is not such good play, perhaps ; but 
 don t you think it makes better work ? " 
 said he. 
 
 The boys admitted that they got their 
 apples in faster, and, as they were at work 
 then, and not at play, they resolved to 
 continue the plan. 
 
 Farmer Cropwell then asked who was 
 to take command the next time. 
 
 " Hollo," said the boys. 
 
 " Well, Rollo," said he, " I want you 
 to have a large number of apples knocked 
 down this time, and then select from them 
 the largest and nicest you can. 1 want 
 one load for a particular purpose." 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 151 
 
 A PRESENT. 
 
 The boys worked on industriously, and, 
 before dinner-time, they had gathered all 
 the apples. The load of best apples, 
 which the farmer had requested them to 
 bring for a particular purpose, were put 
 into a small square box, until it was full, 
 and then a cover was nailed on ; the rest 
 were laid upon the great bench. When, 
 at length, the work was all done, and they 
 were ready to go home, the farmer put 
 this box into the wagon, so that it stood 
 up in the middle, leaving a considerable 
 space before and behind it. He put the 
 loose apples into this space, some before 
 and some behind, until the wagon was full. 
 
 " Now, James and Rollo, I want you 
 to draw these apples for me, when you 
 go home," said the farmer. 
 
 " Who are they for ? " said Rollo. 
 
 "I will mark them," said he. 
 
 So he took down a little curious-looking 
 tin dipper, with a top sloping in all around, 
 and with a hole in the middle of it. A 
 long, slender brush-handle was standing 
 up in this hole. 
 
(52 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 When he took out the brush, the boys 
 saw that it was blacking. With this 
 blacking-brush he wrote on the top of the 
 box, LUCY. 
 
 " Is that box for my cousin Lucy ? " 
 said Rollo. 
 
 " Yes," said he ; " you can draw it te 
 her, can you not ? " 
 
 " Yes, sir," said Rollo, " we will. Anc* 
 who are the other apples for ? You can 
 not mark them" 
 
 " No," said the farmer ; " but you will 
 remember. Those before the box are for 
 you, and those behind it for James. So 
 drive along. George will come to your 
 house, this afternoon, with the strawberry 
 plants, and then he can bring the wagon 
 home." 
 
 THE STRAWBERRY-BED. 
 
 George Crop well came, soon after, \ .- 
 Hollo s house, and helped him make * 
 fine strawberry-bed, which, he said, he 
 thought would bear considerably the next 
 year. They dug up the ground, raked it 
 over carefully, arid then put in the plants 
 in rows. 
 
THE APPLE-FATHERING. 153 
 
 After ii was all done, Rollo got per 
 mission of his father to go back with 
 George to take the wagon home ; and 
 George proposed to take Hollo s wheel 
 barrow too. He had never seen such a 
 pretty little wheelbarrow, and was very 
 much pleased with it. So George ran on 
 before, trundling the wheelbarrow, and 
 Rollo came after, drawing the wagon. 
 
 Just as they came near the farmer s 
 house, George saw, on before him, a rag 
 ged little boy, much smaller than Rollo, 
 who was walking along barefooted. 
 
 " There s Tom," said George. 
 
 " Who ? " said Rolio. 
 
 "Torn. See how I will frighten him." 
 
 As he said this, George darted forward 
 with his wheelbarrow, and trundled it on 
 directly towards Tom, as if he was going 
 to run over him. Tom looked round, arid 
 then ran away, the wheelbarrow at his 
 heels. He was frightened very much, 
 and began to scream ; and, just then, 
 Farmer Cropwell, who at that moment 
 happened to be coming up a lane, on the 
 opposite side of the road, called out, 
 
 " George ! " 
 
 George stopped his wheelbarrow. 
 
[54 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 " Is that right ? " said the farmer. 
 
 " Why, I was not going to hurt him," 
 said George. 
 
 " You did hurt him you frightened 
 him." 
 
 " Is frightening him hurting him, fa 
 ther?" 
 
 " Why, yes, it is giving him pain, and 
 a very unpleasant kind of pain too." 
 
 " I did not think of that," said George. 
 
 " Besides," said his father, " when you 
 treat boys in that harsh, rough way, you 
 make them your enemies ; and it is a very 
 bad plan to make enemies." 
 
 " Enemies, father ! " said George, laugh 
 ing ; " Tom could not do me any harm, if 
 he was my enemy." 
 
 " That makes me think of the story of 
 the bear and the tomtit," said the farmer ; 
 "and, if you and Hollo will jump up in 
 the cart, I will tell it to you." 
 
 Thus far, while they had been talking, 
 the boys had walked along by the side of 
 the road, keeping up with the farmer as 
 he drove along in the cart. But now 
 they jumped in, and sat down with the 
 (anner on his seat, which was a board laid 
 across from one ide of the cart to the 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 155 
 
 other. As soon as they were seated, the 
 farmer began. 
 
 THE FARMER S STORY. 
 
 " The story I was going to tell you, 
 boys, is an old fable about making ene- 
 mres. It is called The Bear and the 
 Tomtit. " 
 
 " What is a tomtit ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " It is a kind of a bird, a very little 
 bird ; but he sings pleasantly. Well, one 
 pleasant summer s day, a wolf and a bear 
 were taking a walk together in a lonely 
 wood. They heard something singing. 
 
 " ; Brother, said the bear, * that is good 
 singing : what sort of a bird do you think 
 that may be ? 
 
 " * That s a tomtit, said the wolf. 
 
 " I should like to see his nest, said 
 the bear ; * where do you think it is ? 
 
 " 4 If we wait a little time, till his mate 
 comes home, we shall see, said the wolf. 
 
 "The bear and the wolf walked back 
 ward and forward some time, till his mate 
 came home with some food in her mouth 
 
156 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 for he) children. The wolf and the bear 
 watched her. She went to the tree where 
 the bird was singing, and they together 
 (lc\v to a little grove just by, and went to 
 their nest. 
 
 " * Now, said the bear, let us go and 
 
 see. 
 
 " l No, said the wolf, we must wait 
 till the old birds have gone away again. 
 
 " So they noticed the place, and walked 
 away. 
 
 " They did not stay long, for the bear 
 was very impatient to see the nest. They 
 returned, and the bear scrambled up the 
 tree, expecting to amuse himself finely by 
 frightening the young tomtits. 
 
 " 4 Take care, said the wolf; you had 
 better be careful. The tomtits are little ; 
 but little enemies are sometimes very trou 
 blesome. 
 
 " Who is afraid of a tomtit ? said the 
 bear. 
 
 " So saying, he poked his great black 
 nose into the nest. 
 
 " < Who is here ? said he ; what are 
 you ? 
 
 " The poor birds screamed out with 
 terror. Go away! Go away ! said they. 
 
THE APPLE-GATHERING. 157 
 
 " What do you moan by making such 
 a noise, said he, and talking so to me: 
 J wih teach you better. So lie put his 
 great paw on the nest, and crowded it 
 down until the poor little birds were almost 
 stifled. Presently he left them, and went 
 away. 
 
 "The young tomtits \vere terribly fright 
 ened, and some of them were hurt. As 
 soon as the bear was gone, their fright 
 gave way to anger ; and, soon after, the 
 old birds came home, and were very in 
 dignant too. They used to see the bear, 
 occasionally, prowling about the woods, 
 but did not know what they could do to 
 bring him to punishment. 
 
 " Now, there was a famous glen, sur 
 rounded by high rocks, where the bear 
 used to go and sleep, because it w r as a 
 wild, solitary place. The tomtits often 
 saw him there. One day, the bear was 
 prowling around, and he saw, at a great 
 distance, two huntsmen, with guns, com 
 ing towards the wood. He fled to his 
 glen in dismay, though he thought lie 
 should be safe there. 
 
 " The tomtits were flying about there, 
 ami presently they saw the huntsmen- 
 
158 THE APPLE-GATHERING. 
 
 Now, said one of them to the other, * is 
 the time to get rid of the tyrant ; you go 
 and see if he is in his glen, and then come 
 back to where you hear rne singing/ 
 
 " So he flew about from tree to tree, 
 keeping in sight of the huntsmen, and 
 singing all the time; while the other went 
 and found that the bear was in his glen, 
 crouched down in terror behind a rock. 
 
 " The tomtits then began to flutter 
 around the huntsmen, and fly a little way 
 towards the glen, arid then back again. 
 This attracted the notice of the men, and 
 they followed them to see what could be 
 the matter. 
 
 " By and by, the bear saw the terrible 
 huntsmen coming, led on by his little ene 
 mies, the tomtits. He sprang forward, 
 and ran from one side of the glen to the 
 other ; but he could not escape. They 
 shot him with two bullets through his head. 
 
 " The wolf happened to be near by, at 
 that time, upon the rocks that were around 
 the glen ; and, hearing all this noise, he 
 came and peeped over. As soon as he 
 saw how the case stood, he thought it 
 would be most prudent for him to walk 
 away ; which he did, saying, as he went, 
 
THE AH LE-GATHERING. 159 
 
 " Well, the bear has found out that it 
 is better to have a person a friend than an 
 enemy, whether he is great or small." 
 
 Here the farmer paused he had ended 
 the story. 
 
 " And what did they do with the bear? " 
 said Rollo. 
 
 " O, they took off his skin to make eaps 
 of, and nailed his elaws up on the barn." 
 
GE011GIE. 
 
GEORGIE. 
 
 THE LITTLE LANDING. 
 
 A SHORT distance from where Rollo lives, 
 there is a small, but very pleasant house, 
 just under the hill, where you go down to 
 the stone bridge leading over the brook. 
 
 O O 
 
 There is a noble large apple tree on one 
 side of the house, which bears a beauti 
 ful, sweet, and mellow kind of apple, called 
 golden pippins. A great many other trees 
 and flowers are around the house, and in 
 the little garden on the side of it towards 
 the brook. There is a small white gate 
 that leads to the house, from the road ; 
 and there is a pleasant path leading right 
 out from the front door, through the gar 
 den, down to the water. This is the house 
 that Georgie lives in. 
 
 One evening, just before sunset, Rollo 
 was coming along over the stone bridge, 
 towards home. He stopped a moment to 
 
161 GEORGIE. 
 
 look over the railing, down into the water 
 Presently he heard a very sweet-toned 
 voice calling out to him, 
 
 " Rol-lo." * 
 
 Rollo looked along; in the direction in 
 
 O 
 
 which the sound came. It was from the 
 bank of the stream, a little way from the 
 road, at the place where the path from 
 Georgie s house came down to the water. 
 The brook was broad, and the water pretty 
 smooth and still here ; and it was a place 
 where Rollo had often been to sail boats 
 with Georgie. There was a little smooth, 
 sandy place on the shore, at the foot of the 
 path, and they used to call it Georgie s 
 landing ; and there was a seat close by, 
 under the bushes. 
 
 Rollo thought it was Georgie s voice that 
 called him, and in a minute, he saw him 
 sitting on his little seat, with his crutches 
 by his side. Georgie was a sick boy. 
 He could not walk, but had to sit almost 
 all day, at home, in a large easy chair, 
 which his father had bought for him. In 
 the winter, his chair was established in a 
 particular corner, bv the side of the fire, 
 
GEORGIE. 165 
 
 and he had a little case of shelves and 
 drawers, painted green, by the side of him. 
 In these shelves and drawers he had his 
 hooks and playthings, his pen and ink, 
 his paint-box, brushes and pencils, his 
 knife, and a little saw, and a great ma 
 ny things which he used to make for his 
 amusement. Then, in the summer, his 
 chair, and his shelves and drawers, were 
 moved to the end window, which looked 
 out upon the garden and brook. Some 
 times, when he was better than usual, he 
 could move about a little upon crutches ; 
 and, at such times, when it was pleasant, 
 he used to go out into the garden, and 
 down, through it, to his landing, at the 
 brook. 
 
 Georgia had been sick a great many 
 years, and when Rollo and Jonas first 
 knew him, he used to be very sad and 
 unhappy. It was because the poor little 
 fellow had nothing to do. His father had 
 to work pretty hard to get food and cloth 
 ing for his family ; he loved little Georgie 
 very much, but he could not buy him many 
 things. Sometimes people who visited 
 him, used to give him playthings, and 
 they would amuse him a little while, 
 
166 GEORGIE. 
 
 but lie soon grew tired of them, and had 
 them put away. It is very hard for any 
 body to be happy who has not any thing 
 to do. 
 
 It was Jonas that taught Georgie what 
 to do. He lent him his knife, and brought 
 him some smooth, soft, pine wood, and 
 taught him to make wind-mills and little 
 boxes. Georgie liked this very much, 
 and used to sit by his window in the sum 
 mer mornings, and make playthings, hours 
 at a time. After he had made several 
 things, Jonas told the boys that lived 
 about there, that they had better buy them 
 of him, when they had a few cents to spend 
 for toys ; and they did. In fact, they liked 
 the little windmills, and wagons, and 
 small framed houses that Georgie made, 
 better than sugar-plums and candy. Be 
 sides, they liked to go and see Georgie ; for, 
 whenever they went to buy any thing of 
 him, he looked so contented and happy, 
 sitting in his easy chair, with his small and 
 slender feet drawn up under him, and his 
 work on the table by his side. 
 
 Then he was a very beautiful boy too. 
 His face was delicate and pale, but there 
 was such a kind and gentle expression in 
 his mild blue eye, and so much sweetness 
 
GEORGIE. 167 
 
 in the tone of his voice, that they loved 
 very much to go and see him. In fact, all 
 the boys were very fond of Georgie. 
 
 GEORGIE S MONEY. 
 
 Georgie, at length, earned, in this way, 
 quite a little sum of money. It was nearly 
 all iu cents ; but then there was one fourr 
 pence which a lady gave him for a four- 
 wheeled wagon that he made. He kept 
 this money in a corner of his drawer, and, 
 at last, there was quite a handful of it. 
 
 One summer evening, when Georgie s 
 father came home from his work, he hung 
 up his hat, and came and sat down in 
 Georgie s corner, by the side of his little 
 boy. Georgie looked up to him with a 
 smile. 
 
 " Well, father," said he, " are you tired 
 to-night ? " 
 
 " You are the one to be tired, Georgie," 
 said he, " sitting here alone all day." 
 
 " Hold up your hand, father," said 
 Georgie, reaching out his own at the samu 
 time, which was shut up, and appeared to 
 have something in it. 
 
IG8 GEORGIE. 
 
 " Why, what have you got forme ?" said 
 his father. 
 
 " Hold fast all I give you," replied he , 
 and he dropped the money all into his 
 father s hand, and shut up his father s fin 
 gers over it. 
 
 " What is all this ? " said his father. 
 
 " It is my money," said he, " for you. 
 It is most all cents, but then there is one 
 fourpence." 
 
 " I am sure, I am much obliged to you, 
 Georgie, for this." 
 
 "O no," said Georgie, "it s only a little 
 of what, you have to spend for me." 
 
 Georgia s father took the money, and 
 put it in his pocket, and the next day he 
 went to Jonas, and told him about it, and 
 asked Jonas to spend it in buying such 
 things as he thought would be useful to 
 Georgie ; either playthings, or tools, or ma 
 terials to work with. 
 
 Jonas said he should be very glad to do 
 it, for he thought he could buy him some 
 things that would help him very much in 
 his work. Jonas carried the money into 
 the city the next time he went, and bought 
 him a small hone to sharpen his knife, a 
 fine- toothed saw, and a bottle of bl ack var- 
 
GEORG1E. 16J> 
 
 nish, with a lithe brush, to put it on with. 
 He brought these things home, and gave 
 them to Georgie s father ; and he carried 
 them into the house, and put them in a 
 drawer. 
 
 That evening, when Georgie was at sup 
 per, his father slyly put the things that 
 Jonas had bought on his table, so that 
 when he went back, after supper, he found 
 them there. He was very much surprised 
 and pleased. He examined them all very 
 particularly, and was especially glad to 
 have the black varnish, for now he could 
 varnish his work, and make it look much 
 more handsome. The little boxes that he 
 made, after this, of a bright black outside, 
 and lined neatly with paper within, were 
 thought by the boys to be elegant. 
 
 He could now earn money faster, and, 
 as his father insisted on having all his 
 earnings expended for articles for Georgie s 
 o^yll use, and Jonas used to help him about 
 expcnding.it, he got, at last, quite a variety 
 of implements and articles. He had some 
 wire, and a little pair of pliers for bend 
 ing it in all shapes, and a hammer and 
 little nails. He had also a paint-box and 
 brushes, and paper of various colors, fo/ 
 h P 
 
170 GEORGIE, 
 
 lining boxes, and making portfolios and 
 pocket-books ; and he had varnishes, red, 
 green, blue, and black. All these he kept 
 in his drawers and shelves, and made a 
 great many ingenious things with them. 
 
 So Georgia was a great friend of both 
 Hollo and Jonas, and they often used to 
 come and see him, and play with him ; and 
 that was the reason that Rollo knew his 
 voice so well, when he called to him from 
 the landing, when Rollo was standing on 
 the bridge, as described in the beginning 
 of this story. 
 
 TWO GOOD FRIENDS. 
 
 Rollo ran along to the end of the bridge, 
 clambered down to the water s edge, went 
 along the shore among the trees and shrub 
 bery, until he came to the seat where 
 Georgie was sitting. Georgie asked him 
 to sit down, and stay with him ; but Rollo 
 said he must go directly home ; and so Geor 
 gie took his crutches, and they began to 
 walk slowly together up the garden walk. 
 
 " Where have you been, Rollo ? " said 
 Georgie. 
 
GEORGIE 171 
 
 " I have been to see my cousin James, 
 to ask him to go to the city with us to 
 
 morrow." 
 
 " Are you going to the city ? " 
 
 " Yes ; uncle George gave James and I 
 a half a dollar apiece, the other day ; and 
 mother is going to carry us into the city 
 to-morrow to buy something with it." 
 
 " Is Jonas going with you ? " 
 
 " Yes," said Rollo. " He is going to 
 drive. We are going in our carryall." 
 
 " I wish you would take some money 
 for me, then, and get Jonas to buy me 
 something with it." 
 
 "Well, I will," said Rollo. "What 
 shall he buy for you ? " 
 
 " O, he may buy any thing he chooses." 
 
 " Yes, but if you do not tell him what 
 to buy, he may buy something you have 
 got already." 
 
 " O, Jonas knows every thing I have 
 got as well as I do." 
 
 Just then they came up near the house, 
 and Georgie asked Rollo to look up at the 
 golden pippin tree, and see how full it was. 
 
 "That is my branch," said he. 
 
 He pointed to a large branch which 
 came out on one side, and which hung 
 
1 7*2 GEORGIE. 
 
 down loaded with fruit. It would have 
 broken down, perhaps, if there had not 
 been a crotched pole put under it, to prop 
 it up. 
 
 "But all the apples on jour branch are 
 not golden pippins," said Rollo. " There 
 are some on it that are red. What beau 
 tiful red apples ! " 
 
 " Yes," said Georgie. " Father grafted 
 that for me, to make it bear rosy-boys. I 
 call the red ones my rosy-boys." 
 
 " Grafted ? " said Rollo ; " how did he 
 graft it ? " 
 
 " O," said Georgie, " I do not know 
 exactly. He cut off a little branch from a 
 rosy-boy tree, and stuck it on somehow, 
 and it grew, and bears rosy-boys still. 1 
 
 Rollo thought this was very curious ; 
 Georgie told him he would give him an 
 apple, and that he might have his choice 
 a pippin or a rosy-boy. 
 
 Rollo hesitated, and looked at them, 
 first at one, and then at another; but he 
 could not decide. The rosy-boys had the 
 brightest and most beautiful color, but 
 then the pippins locked so rich and mellow, 
 that he could not choose very easily ; 
 and so Georgie laughed, find told him he 
 
GEOKGIE. 173 
 
 would settle the difficulty by giving him 
 one of each. 
 
 " So come here," said he, " Rollo, and 
 let me lean on you, while I knock them 
 down." 
 
 So Rollo came and stood near him, 
 while Georgie leaned on him, and with 
 his crutch gave a gentle tap to one of 
 each of his kinds of apples, and they fell 
 down upon the soft grass, safe and sound. 
 
174 GEORGIE. 
 
 They then went into the house, and 
 Georgie gave Rollo his money, wrapped 
 up in a small piece of paper ; and then 
 Hollo, bidding him good by, went out of 
 the little white gate , and walked along 
 home. 
 
 The next morning, soon after breakfast, 
 Jonas drove the carryall up to the front 
 door, and Rollo and his mother walked 
 out to it. Hollo s mother took the back 
 seat, and Rollo and Jonas sat in front, and 
 they drove along. 
 
 They called at the house where James 
 lived, and found him waiting for them on 
 the front steps, with his half dollar in his 
 hand. 
 
 He ran into the house to tell his mother 
 that the carryall had come, and to bid her 
 good morning, and then he came out to 
 the gate. 
 
 " James," said Rollo, " you may sit on 
 the front seat with Jonas, if you want 
 to." 
 
 James said he should like to very much ; 
 and so Rollo stepped over behind, and sat 
 with his mother. This was kind and polite ; 
 for boys all like the front seat when they 
 
GEORGIE. 175 
 
 Rollo 
 offer it to his cousin. 
 
 are riding, and Rollo therefore did right lo 
 
 A LECTURE ON PLAYTHINGS. 
 
 After a short time, they came to a smooth 
 and pleasant road, with trees and farm 
 houses on each side ; and as the horse was 
 trotting along quietly, Rollo asked his 
 mother if she could not tell them a story. 
 
 " I cannot tell you a story v r ery well, 
 this morning, but I can give you a lecture 
 on playthings, if you wish." 
 
 " Very well, mother, we should like 
 that," said the boys. 
 
 They did not know very well what a 
 lecture was, but they thought that any 
 thing which their mother would propose 
 would be interesting. 
 
 " Do you know what a lecture is ? " 
 said she. 
 
 " Not exactly," said Rollo. 
 
 "Why, I should explain to you about 
 playthings, the various kinds, their use, 
 the way to keep them, and to derive the 
 most pleasure from them, &LC. Giving you 
 
17G GEOUG1E. 
 
 this information will not be as interesting 
 to you as to hear a story; but it will be 
 more useful, if you attend carefully, and 
 endeavor to remember what 1 say." 
 
 The boys thought they should like the 
 lecture, and promised to attend. Rollo said 
 he would remember it all ; and so his 
 mother began. 
 
 " The value of a plaything does not 
 consist in itself, but in the pleasure it 
 awakens in your mind. Do you under 
 stand that ? " 
 
 "Not very well," said Rollo. 
 
 " If you should give a round stick to a 
 baby on the floor, and let him strike the 
 floor with it, he would be pleased. You 
 would see by his looks that it gave him 
 great pleasure. Now, where would this 
 pleasure be, in the stick, or in the floor, 
 or in the baby ? " 
 
 " Why, in the baby," said Rollo, laugh 
 
 ing. 
 
 " Yes ; and would it be in his body, or 
 in his mind ? " 
 
 " In his face," said James. 
 
 " In his eyes," said Rollo. 
 
 " You would see the signs of it in his 
 face and in his eyes, but the feeling of 
 
GEORG1E. 177 
 
 pleasure would be in his mind. Now, I 
 suppose you understand what I said, that 
 the value of the plaything consists in the 
 pleasure it can awaken in the mind." 
 
 " Yes, mother," said Hollo. 
 
 " There is your jumping man," said she; 
 " is that a good plaything ? " 
 
 " Yes," said Rollo, " my kicker. But I 
 don t care much about it. I don t know 
 where it is now." 
 
 "What was it?" said James. "7 
 never saw it." 
 
 " It was a pasteboard man," said his 
 mother ; " and there was a string behind, 
 fixed so that, by pulling it, you could 
 make his arms and legs fly about." 
 
 " Yes," said Rollo, " I called him my 
 kicker" 
 
 " You liked it very much, when you 
 first had it." 
 
 Yes," said Rollo, " but I don t think 
 it is very pretty now." 
 
 " That shows what I said was true. 
 When you first had it, it was new, and 
 the sight of it gave you pleasure ; but the 
 pleasure consisted in the novelty and droll 
 ery of it, and after a little while, when 
 you became familiar with it, it ceased to 
 12 
 
178 GEORG1E 
 
 give you pleasure, and then you did not 
 value it. I found it the other day lying 
 on the ground in the yard, and took it up 
 and put it away carefully in a drawer." 
 
 " But if the value is all gone, what good 
 does it do to save it ? " said Rollo. 
 
 " The value to you is gone, because you 
 have become familiar with it, and so it has 
 lost its power to awaken feelings of pleas 
 ure in you. But it has still power to give 
 pleasure to other children, who have not 
 seen it, and I kept it for them." 
 
 " I should like to see it, very much," 
 said James. " I never saw such a one." 
 
 " I will show it to you some time. 
 Now, this is one kind of plaything, those 
 which please by their novelty only. It is 
 not generally best to buy such playthings, 
 for you very soon get familiar with them, 
 and then they ce*ase to give you pleasure, 
 and are almost worthless." 
 
 " Only we ought to keep/ them, if we 
 have them, to show to other boys," said 
 Rollo. 
 
 " Yes," said his mother. " You ought 
 never to throw them away, or leave them 
 on the floor, or on the ground." 
 
 " O, the little fool," said Rollo suddenly. 
 
GEORGIE. 179 
 
 His mother and James looked up, won- 
 dcfmg what Hollo meant. He was look 
 ing oin at the side of the carryall, at some 
 thing about the wheel. 
 
 " What is it," said his mother. 
 
 " Why, here is a large fly trying to light 
 on the wheel, and every time his legs touch 
 it, it knocks them away. See ! See ! " 
 
 " Yes, but you must not attend to him 
 now. You must listen to my lecture 
 You promised to give your attention to 
 
 me." 
 
 So James and Rollo turned away from 
 the window, and began to listen again. 
 
 " I have told you now," sa t d she, " of 
 one kind of playthings those that give 
 pleasure from their novelty only. There 
 is another kind those that give you pleas 
 ure by their use ; such as a doll, for ex 
 ample." 
 
 " How, mother? Is a doll of any use? 
 
 "Yes, in one sense; that is, the girl 
 who has it, uses it continually. Perhaps 
 she admired the looks of it, the first day 
 it was given to her; but then, after that, 
 she can use it in so many ways, that it 
 continues to afford her pleasure for a long 
 time. She can dress and undress it, put 
 
180 GEORGIE. 
 
 it to bed, make it sit up for company, and 
 do a great many other things with it. 
 When she gets tired of playing with it one 
 day, she puts it away, and the next day 
 she thinks of something new to do with 
 it, which she never thought of before. 
 Now, which should you think the pleasure 
 you should obtain from a ball, would arise 
 from, its novelty, or its use ? r 
 
 " Its use" said the boys. 
 
 " Yes," said the mother. " The first 
 sight of a ball would not give you any very 
 special pleasure. Its value would consist 
 in the pleasure you would take in playing 
 with it. 
 
 "Now, it is generally best to buy such 
 playthings as you can use a great many 
 times, and in a great many ways ; such as 
 a top, a ball, a knife, a wheelbarrow. But 
 things that please you only by their novelty, 
 will soon lose all their power to give you 
 pleasure, and be good for nothing to you. 
 Such, for instance, as jumping men, and 
 witches, and funny little images. Chil 
 dren are very often deceived in buying their 
 playthings; for those things which please 
 by their novelty only, usually please them 
 very much for a few minutes, while they 
 
GEORG1E. 181 
 
 are in the shop, and see them for the first 
 lime ; while those things which would 
 last a long time, do not give them much 
 pleasure at first. 
 
 "There is another kind of playthings 
 I want to tell you about a little, and then 
 my lecture will be done. I mean play 
 things which give you pleasure, but give 
 other persons pain. A drum and a whistle, 
 for example, are disagreeable to other per 
 sons; and children, therefore, ought not to 
 choose them, unless they have a place to 
 go to, to play with them, which will be 
 out of hearing. I have known boys to 
 buy masks to frighten other children with, 
 and bows and arrows, which sometimes 
 are the means of putting out children s 
 eyes. So you must consider, when you 
 are choosing playthings, first, whether the 
 pleasure they will give you will be from 
 the novelty or the use; and, secondly, 
 whether, in giving you pleasure, they will 
 give any other persons pain. 
 
 " This is the end of the lecture. Now 
 you may rest a little, arid look about, and 
 then I will tell you a short story." 
 
182 GEORGIE. 
 
 THE YOUNG DRIVERS. 
 
 They came, about this time, to the foo\ 
 c/f a long hill, and Jonas said lie believed 
 that he would get out and walk up, arid 
 lie said James might drive the horse. So 
 he put the reins into James s hands, and 
 jumped out. Rollo climbed over the seat, 
 and sat by his side. Presently James saw 
 a large stone in the road, and he asked 
 Rollo to see how well he could drive round 
 it; for as the horse was going, he would 
 have carried one wheel directly over it. 
 So he pulled one of the reins, and turned 
 the horse away ; but he contrived to turn 
 him out just far enough to make the other 
 wheel go over the stone. Rollo laughed, 
 and asked him to let him try the next 
 time ; and James gave him the reins ; but 
 there was no other stone till they got up 
 to the top of the hill. 
 
 Then James said that Rollo might ride 
 on the front seat now, and when Jonas 
 got. in, he climbed back to the back seat, 
 and took his place by the side of Rollo s 
 mother. 
 
 " Come, mother," then said Rollo, " we 
 
GEORGIE. 183 
 
 are rested enough now : please to begin 
 the story." 
 
 " Very well, if you are all ready." 
 
 So she began as follows : 
 
 THE STORY OF SHALLOW, SELFISH, AND WISE. 
 
 Once there were three boys going into town to 
 buy some playthings : their names were Shallow, 
 Solfish, and Wise. Each had half a dollar. 
 Shallow carried his in his hand, tossing it up in 
 the air, and catching it, as he went along. Selfish 
 kept teasing his mother to give him some more 
 money : half a dollar, he said, was not enough. 
 Wise walked along quietly, with his cash safe in 
 his pocket. 
 
 Presently Shallow missed catching his half dol 
 lar, and chink it went, on the sidewalk, and 
 it rolled along down into a crack under a building. 
 Then he began to cry. Selfish stood by, holding 
 his own money tight in his hands, and said he did 
 not pity Shallow at all ; it was good enough for 
 him ; he had no business to be tossing it up. Wise 
 came up, and tried to get the money out with a 
 stick, but he could not. He told Shallow not to 
 cry ; said he was sorry he had lost his money, and 
 that he would give him half of his, as soon as they 
 could get it changed at the shop. 
 
 So they walked along to the toy-shop. 
 
 Their mother said that each one might choose 
 his own plaything ; so they began to look around 
 on the counter and shelves. 
 
184 GEORG1E. 
 
 After a while, Shallow began to laugh very loud 
 and heartily at something he found. It was an 
 image of a grinning monkey. It looked very droll 
 indeed. Shallow asked Wise to come and see 
 Wise laughed at it too, but said he should not wan! 
 to buy it, as he thought he should soon get tired 
 of laughing at any thing, if it was ever so droll. 
 
 Shallow was sure that he should never get tired 
 of laughing at so very droll a thing as the grinning 
 monkey ; and he decided to buy it, if Wise would 
 give him half of his money ; and so Wise did. 
 
 Selfish found a rattle, a large, noisy rattle, and 
 went to springing it until they were all tired of 
 hearing the noise. 
 
 " I think 1 shall buy this," said he. " I can 
 make believe that there is afire, and can run about 
 springing my rattle, and crying, ( Fire ! Fire ! or 1 
 can play that a thief is breaking into a store, and 
 can rattle my rattle at him, and call out, Stop 
 thief!" 
 
 " But that will disturb all the people in the 
 house," said Wise. 
 
 " What care I for that? " said Selfish. 
 
 Selfish found that the price of his rattle was not 
 so much as the half dollar; so he laid out the rest 
 of it in cake, and sat down on a box, and began 
 to eat it. 
 
 Wise passed by all the images and gaudy toys, 
 only good to look at a few times, and chose a soft 
 ball, and finding that that did not take all of his half 
 of the money, he purchased a little morocco box 
 with an inkstand, some wafers, and one or two 
 
GEORGTE. 185 
 
 short pens in it. Shallow told him that was not 
 a plaything ; it was only fit for a school ; and 
 as to his ball, he did not think much of that. 
 
 Wise said he thought they could all play with 
 the hall a great many times, and he thought, too, 
 that he should like his little inkstand rainy days 
 and winter evenings. 
 
 So the boys walked along home. Shallow 
 stopped every moment to laugh at his monkey, 
 and Selfish to spring his rattle ; and they looked 
 with contempt on Wise s ball, which he carried 
 quietly in one hand, and his box done up in brown 
 paper in the other. 
 
 When they got home, Shallow ran in to show 
 his monkey. The people smiled a little, but did 
 not take much notice of it ; and, in diet, it did not 
 look half so funny, even to himself, as it did in the 
 shop. In a short time, it did not make him laugh 
 at all, arid then he was vexed and angry with it. 
 He said he meant to go and throw the ugly old 
 baboon away ; he was tired of seeing that same old 
 grin on his face all the time. So he went and 
 threw it over the wall. 
 
 Selfish ate his cake up, on his way home. He 
 would not give his brothers any, for he said they 
 had had their money as well as he. When he 
 got home, he went about the house, up and down, 
 through parlor and chamber, kitchen and shed, 
 springing his rattle, and calling out, " Stop thief! 
 Stop thief! " or " Fire ! Fire ! " Every body 
 got tired, and asked him to be still ; but he did not 
 
1 86 GEORGIE. 
 
 mind, until, at last, his father took his rattle away 
 from him, and put it up on a high shelf 
 
 Then Selfish and Shallow went out and found 
 Wise playing beautifully with his hall in the yard ; 
 and he invited them to play with him. They 
 would toss it up against the wall, and learn to 
 catch it when it came down ; and then they made 
 some bat-sticks, and knocked it back and forth to 
 one another, about the yard. The more they 
 played with the ball, the more they liked it, and 
 as Wise was always very careful not to play 
 near any holes, and to put it away safe when he 
 had done with it, he kept it a long time, and gave 
 them pleasure a great many times all summer 
 long. 
 
 And then his inkstand box was a great treasure. 
 He would yet it out in the long winter evenings, 
 and lend Selfish and Shallow, each, one of his 
 pens ; and they would all sit at the table, and make 
 pictures, and write little letters, and seal them with 
 small bits of the wafers. In fact, Wise kept his 
 inkstand box safe till he grew up to be a man. 
 
 That is the end of the story. 
 
 THE TOY-SHOP. 
 
 " I wish I could get an inkstand box," 
 said Hollo, when the story was finished. 
 
GEORGIE. 181 
 
 " / think he was very foolish to throw 
 away his grinning monkey," said James 
 " I wish I could see a grinning mon 
 key." 
 
 They continued talking about this story 
 some time, and at length they drew nigh 
 to the city. They drove to a stable, 
 where Jonas had the horse put up, and 
 then they all walked on in search of a 
 toy -shop. 
 
 They passed along through one or two 
 streets, walking very slowly, so that the 
 boys might look at the pictures and curi 
 ous things in the shop windows. At 
 length they came to a toy-shop, and all 
 went in. 
 
 They saw at once a great number and 
 variety of playthings exhibited to view. 
 All around the floor were arranged horses 
 on wheels, little carts, wagons, and baskets. 
 The counter had a great variety of images 
 and figures, birds that would peep, and 
 dogs that would bark, and drummers that 
 would drum all by just turning a little 
 handle. Then the shelves and the win 
 dow were filled with all sorts of boxes. 
 and whips, and puzzles, and tea-sets, and 
 
188 GEORGIE. 
 
 dolls, dressed and not dressed. There 
 were bows and arrows, and darts, and 
 jumping ropes, and glass dogs, and little 
 rocking-horses, and a thousand other 
 things. 
 
 When the boys first came in, there was 
 a little girl standing by the counter with 
 a small slate in her hand. She looked 
 like a poor girl, though she was neat 
 and tidy in her dress. She w r as talking 
 with the shopman about the slate. 
 
 "Don t you think," said she, "you 
 could let me have it for ten cents? " 
 
 " No," said he, " I could not afford it 
 for less than fifteen. It cost me more 
 than ten." 
 
 The little girl laid the slate down, and 
 looked disappointed and sad. Hollo s 
 mother came up to her, took up the slate, 
 and said, 
 
 " I should think you had better give 
 him fifteen cents. It is a very good slate. 
 It is worth as much as that, certainly." 
 
 " Yes, madam, so 1 tell her," said the 
 shopman. 
 
 "But I have not got but ten cents," 
 said the little girl. 
 
GEORGIE. 189 
 
 Have not you ? " said Rollo s mother. 
 She stood still thinking a moment, and 
 then she asked the little girl what her 
 name was. 
 
 She said it was Maria. 
 
 She asked her what she wanted the 
 slate for ; and Maria said it was to do 
 sums on, at school. She wanted to study 
 arithmetic, and could not do so without a 
 slate. 
 
 Jonas then came forward, and said tha 
 he should like to give her five cents of 
 Georgie s money, and that, with the ten 
 she had, would be enough. He said that 
 Georgie had given him authority to do 
 what he thought best with his money, and 
 he knew, if Georgie was here, he would 
 wish to help the little girl. 
 
 Rollo and James were both sorry they 
 had not thought of it themselves; and, 
 as soon as Jonas mentioned it, they want 
 ed to give some of their money to the girl ; 
 but Jonas said he knew that Georgie 
 would prefer to do it. At last, however, 
 it was agreed that Rollo and James should 
 furnish one cent each, and Georgie the 
 rest. This was all agreed upon after a low 
 
190 GEORGIE. 
 
 conversation by themselves in a corner of 
 the store ; and then Jonas came forward, 
 and told the shopman that they were 
 going to pay the additional five cents, and 
 that he might let the girl have the slate. 
 So Jonas paid the money, and it was 
 agreed that Hollo and James should pay 
 him back their share, when they got their 
 money changed. The boys were very 
 much pleased to see the little girl go 
 away so happy with her slate in her hand. 
 It was neatly done up in paper, with two 
 pencils which the shopman gave her, done 
 up inside. 
 
 After Maria was gone, the boys looked 
 around the shop, but could not find any 
 thing which exactly pleased them ; or at 
 least they could not find any thing which 
 pleased them so much more than any thing 
 else, that they could decide in favor of it. 
 80 they concluded to walk along, and look 
 at another shop. 
 
 They succeeded at last in finding some 
 playthings that they liked, and Jonas 
 bought a variety of useful things for Geor- 
 gie. On their way home, the carryall 
 stopped at the house where Lucy lived 
 
(7EORG1E. 191 
 
 and Hollo s mother left him and James 
 there, to show Lucy their playthings. 
 
 One of the things they bought was a 
 little boat with two sails, and they went 
 down behind the house to sail it. The 
 other playthings and books they carried 
 down too, and had a fine time playing with 
 them, with Lucy and another little girl 
 who was visiting her that afternoon. 
 
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