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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Rollo at Work by Jacob Abbott
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+Title: Rollo at Work
+
+Author: Jacob Abbott
+
+Release Date: May 1, 2008 [Ebook #25274]
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+Language: English
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ROLLO AT WORK***
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+Transcriber's Notes:
+
+The original print starts with a list of novels from the "Rollo series".
+This information has been moved to the back of the book.
+
+Unusual spellings that are used consistently have been kept as they were
+found in the source. Some punctuation errors have been corrected silently.
+All other corrections are declared in the TEI master file, using the usual
+TEI elements for corrections.
+
+In particular, four asterisks that appear to be footnote marks without a
+corresponding footnote have been deleted.
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+
+
+The
+
+Rollo Books
+
+by
+
+Jacob Abbott
+
+[Illustration: The Rollo Books by Jacob Abbott. Boston, Phillips, Sampson,
+& Co.]
+
+Boston, Phillips, Sampson, & Co.
+
+                  -------------------------------------
+
+Rollo At Work
+
+Or
+
+The Way to Be Industrious
+
+                  -------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+
+NOTICE TO PARENTS.
+
+
+Although this little work, and its fellow, "ROLLO AT 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 narrative, 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 reading_ 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 virtuous 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 better, 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 delineations of what is wrong.
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+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-Building.
+   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. Georgie.
+   The Little Landing.
+   Georgie's Money.
+   Two Good Friends.
+   A Lecture On Playthings.
+   The Young Drivers.
+   The Toy-Shop.
+
+
+
+
+
+ENGRAVINGS
+
+
+Rollo Digging Holes in the Ground.
+Too Heavy.
+The Corporal's.
+Rollo Took Hold of His Wheelbarrow.
+The Cows.
+The Bull Chained by the Nose.
+Work in the Rain.
+The Harvesting Party.
+There, Said He, See How Men Work.
+Georgie's Apples.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Rollo Digging Holes in the Ground.]
+
+
+
+
+
+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, digging 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, 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, Rollo?"
+
+Rollo 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 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 Rollo's father coming out of the wood, leading a
+horse. The colt and the horse had been feeding together in the field, and
+Rollo's father had caught the horse, for he wanted to take a ride. Rollo'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, 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 Rollo's father poured them out on the grass, and then
+stood by, patting 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.
+
+Rollo's father led the horse across the field, through a gate, into a
+green lane which 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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Never learned!" said Rollo, in great surprise. "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 minute, 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."
+
+"I 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; "hungry, are you? _I_ 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 _I_ am, I know, and I do not believe but that _Elky_ is."
+
+
+
+
+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. I 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 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, finding that he had no excuse for sitting there any longer,
+presently got up, 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. I 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
+interruption to me to get up now, and go to 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 wanted 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,
+and left him at the door, going out to his work in the yard.
+
+
+
+
+A Bad Beginning.
+
+
+Rollo 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 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 unexpected difficulty;
+for although the chips were large and square, yet the edges were so sharp
+that they would not stand up very well.
+
+Some time was spent in trying experiments 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 delays, 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 Jonas, it was
+full half an hour from the time when he left him; and he found that Jonas
+had finished mending the wheelbarrow, and had put it in its place, and was
+just going away himself into the field.
+
+"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 carry it, and then come back, and he would tell him.
+
+So Rollo filled up the basket, carried it to the bin, and came back very
+soon. Jonas 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 Rollo. "Could I get them all in in an hour?"
+
+"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.
+
+"I can do it quicker," said he to himself. "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.
+
+
+
+
+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, "and why should not I?"
+
+So he turned the chips out of his basket, 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, for the wheelbarrow was so large that he got tired,
+and stopped several times to rest.
+
+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
+succeeded in raising it from the ground a little; but unluckily, as
+wheelbarrows are very apt to do when the load 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.
+
+[Illustration: Too Heavy.]
+
+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 wheelbarrow 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, when 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 stagger 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. 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
+wheelbarrow, and carry them, a basket full at a time, to the bin, then
+take the wheelbarrow 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 quietly on alone in doing what he himself was able to do. So he
+left the wheelbarrow, 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 asked her to come out and help him get his wheelbarrow out of a hole.
+Mary said she could not come then, but, if he would wait a few minutes,
+she would. Rollo 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 wheelbarrow along?"
+
+"What wheelbarrow?" said his mother.
+
+"Why, the great wheelbarrow. I am wheeling chips in it, and I 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 a small basket, because the
+common basket was too large and heavy; so I 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, "I 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 difficulty again, you must get out yourself."
+
+So Rollo and his mother went down together, and she took hold of the
+wheelbarrow, and soon got it out. She advised Rollo not to use the
+wheelbarrow, but to return to his basket, but yet wished 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, however, in working it along
+until he came to 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 difficulties."
+
+So he left his wheelbarrow where it was, at the edge of the platform,
+intending 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
+chamber, and he knew where his father wanted to have it piled--back
+against the side of the shed, near where the wood was lying Jonas had
+thrown it down there in a heap as he had sawed and split it.
+
+
+
+
+Hirrup! Hirrup!
+
+
+He began to lay the wood regularly upon the ground where his pile was to
+be, and for a few minutes went on very prosperously. 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 motions. 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 bellow,
+and here and there two or three would be seen pushing one another with
+their horns, or running up upon a bank by the road side.
+
+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 the 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 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."
+
+"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 mean 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 tumble down."
+
+So saying, he turned away, and walked off fast after the cow.
+
+
+
+
+An Overturn.
+
+
+Rollo stood looking at him for some time, wishing that he was going too.
+But 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 unsteady. Rollo
+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, when his father came home, he went to him, and said,
+
+"Father, you were right, after all; I _don't_ know how to work any better
+than Elky."
+
+
+
+
+
+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 consequence 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 children act
+just as Rollo did, and thus deprive themselves of a great many very
+pleasant rides.
+
+Rollo observed, however, that his uncle 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 uncle 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, I
+should manage so as almost always to ride with my father."
+
+"Why, what should you do?" said Rollo.
+
+"Why, in the first place, I should never find fault with my seat. I should
+sit exactly where they put me, without any complaint. 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
+conversation; 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 recollect 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 have such a still, pleasant little boy
+sitting 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 little seat made on purpose for him. "In 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 was very ingenious in making and mending things, and he had a little
+shop down by 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; and so they always called him the corporal. I never knew
+what his other name was.
+
+That evening Rollo and 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, which 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.
+
+The trees hung over the shop, and behind 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 way still farther up the stream, until
+it was lost in the woods.
+
+[Illustration: The Corporal's]
+
+As soon as Rollo came in sight of the shop, he saw a little wheelbarrow
+standing up by the side of the door. It was just large enough for him, and
+he called out for 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," 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 I think; but I must have a little
+blacksmith work to fasten the seat properly behind, 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 quarters 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 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 wheelbarrow 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 already 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 wheelbarrow 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."
+
+"I know you do; but you would take a great deal more solid and permanent
+satisfaction in such a thing, if you were to use 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, without being taught."
+
+"I think you are mistaken about that. A boy works steadily when he goes
+directly forward in his work, without stopping to rest, or to contrive new
+ways 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.
+
+"I will try you to-morrow," said his father.
+
+
+
+
+The Old Nails.
+
+
+The next morning, after breakfast, Rollo's father told him he was ready
+for him to go to his work. He took a small basket in his hand, and led
+Rollo out into the barn, and told him to wait there a few minutes, and he
+would bring him something to do.
+
+Rollo sat down on a little bundle of straw, wondering what his work was
+going to be.
+
+Presently his father came back, bringing 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 I going to do with those old nails?"
+
+"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 exactly 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 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 understand 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 also 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?"
+
+Rollo said he did, and so his father left him, and went into the house.
+Rollo sat 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 easily
+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 to any thing but play, would not persevere.
+
+And so it was. Rollo sorted out a few, and 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 go 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 there 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 heap 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 concluded he would go and ask his father what he
+was to do with screws.
+
+He accordingly walked slowly along to the house, stopping to look at the
+grasshoppers and butterflies by the way. After 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, hesitating. He did not know what to say.
+
+"Your work is to sort out the _nails_, and I expect, by your coming to me
+for 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 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 to see what he had done; and
+it was very plain that he had been idling away his time, and had
+accomplished very little indeed.
+
+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, without 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.
+
+"I was afraid it would be so," he continued. "Very few boys can be taught
+to work industriously, without being compelled; though I hoped that my
+little Rollo could have been. But as it is, as I find that persuasion will
+not do, I must do something more decided. I should do 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 displeased. He told Rollo, a minute or two after, that he might go,
+then, where he pleased, and that he would consider what he should 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 what to do.
+
+"You see it is very necessary," said he, "that you should have the power
+of confining yourself steadily and patiently to a single employment, even
+if it does not amuse you. _I_ have to do that, and all people have to do
+it, and you must learn to do it, or you will grow up indolent and useless.
+You cannot do it now, it is very 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 happiness of being faithful
+in duty, and accomplishing 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 until you found it, and if you did it
+faithfully and carefully, you would find a kind of satisfaction in doing
+it; and when you found 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 _amusement_ in it. You might, perhaps, the next
+day, go over the same road, catching butterflies: 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 pleasure 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 saying; 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 for 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 before, about the nails, he was making an
+experiment, as it were, and he did not expect to be actually punished if
+he failed; but now he knew that he was under orders, and must obey.
+
+So he worked very diligently, and when his father came out at the end of
+the hour, he found that Rollo had got rather more beans than 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 yesterday; but doing right once is a very
+different thing from forming a habit of doing right. I can hardly expect
+you will succeed 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 punishment which I have concluded
+to try first, is, to give 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 kinds of work to do, and he began at last to find a considerable
+degree of satisfaction 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 unusual satisfaction; enjoying the neat and 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 yourself?"
+
+Rollo said he thought he could.
+
+"Very well, you may go; I believe I shall let you have a wheelbarrow now,
+and you can ask him how soon he can have it done."
+
+Rollo 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."
+
+Rollo 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 corporal 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
+wheelbarrow. His mother told him he might go and get his cousin James to
+go with him if he chose. So he walked along towards 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 pleasantly 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 corner into view, and
+presently the door came in sight, and James called out,
+
+"Yes, yes, there it is. I see it standing up by the side of the door."
+
+"No," said Rollo, "that is not it. That is a green one."
+
+"What color was the wheelbarrow that you saw?" asked James.
+
+"It was not any color; it was not painted," said Rollo. "I 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 corporal 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.
+
+Rollo said that that one looked exactly like the one he trundled when he
+was 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
+biggest.
+
+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,
+Rollo."
+
+"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?"
+
+"Yes," said the corporal; "your father spoke for it a week ago."
+
+Rollo took hold of his wheelbarrow, and began to wheel it along. He liked
+it very much.
+
+[Illustration: Rollo Took Hold of His Wheelbarrow.]
+
+James said he wished he could have one too, and 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 see 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 corporal.
+
+"I do not know," said the corporal; "a gentleman bespoke it some time ago.
+I do not know what his name is."
+
+Just then he seemed to see somebody out of the window.
+
+"Ah! here he comes now!" he exclaimed 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?"
+
+"_My_ wheelbarrow!" said James. "Is this mine?"
+
+"Yes," said his uncle, "I got it made to give to you. But when I found
+that Rollo 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.
+
+
+
+
+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 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, and 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 purchaser; 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 wheel it up to the house."
+
+So they set off, and began wheeling their loads of sand up the pathway
+among the trees. They went on a little way, and presently stopped, and sat
+down on a bank to rest. Here they found a number of flowers, which they
+gathered and stuck up in the sand, so that their loads soon made a very
+gay appearance.
+
+Just as they were 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
+pathway, 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 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 Rollo's mother happened, at this time, to be sitting at the
+back-parlor window, 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 pebble-stones in it, and that pebble-stones were not very
+good to scour floors with.
+
+
+
+
+The Gray Garden.
+
+
+At last, Rollo'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,
+beautifully, in the sand," said Rollo. "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 occasionally, 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 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, instead 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.
+
+
+
+
+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 Rollo'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 they went on, "how came your feet so
+muddy?"
+
+"O," said James, "they got muddy in the quagmire."
+
+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 muddy a little; but they said
+they were as careful as they could be.
+
+When they came to the sand-garden, Rollo's father smiled to see the beds
+and walks, and the rows of flowers stuck up in the sand. It made quite a
+gay appearance. After looking at it some time, they went slowly back
+again, and as they were walking across the yard,
+
+"Father," said Rollo, "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 Rollo. "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."
+
+"But I should think ours, this afternoon, was work," said Rollo.
+
+"Work," replied his father, "is when you are engaged in doing any thing in
+order to produce some useful result. When you are doing any thing only for
+the amusement 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 I should have to pay a man, if I were to
+hire a man to do it."
+
+"What should you give us to do?" 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?"
+
+"You might fill it up with stones. There are a great many small stones
+lying 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, Rollo'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.
+
+
+
+
+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 going?"
+
+"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
+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."
+
+"Did it?" said James. "Did it hurt you much, Rollo?"
+
+"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 wheelbarrow, 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 yourselves,
+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 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 wheelbarrow 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 coming in, and so you will
+interfere with one another. Then, besides, if you fill the wheelbarrows
+together, and wheel together, you will always be in company,--which is
+pleasanter."
+
+"Well, we will," said Rollo.
+
+"After you have wheeled one load 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 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 went along the path towards the spring. Rollo and James had a
+fine time gathering blackberries, until, at last, they saw the cows
+coming, lowing along the path. Presently they saw Jonas's head among the
+bushes.
+
+[Illustration: The Cows.]
+
+When he came up to the boys, he told them it was lucky that they did not
+go with him.
+
+"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 before 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 he 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 gravel, on the top.
+
+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
+forenoon, determined to obey Jonas's directions 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
+beginning 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.
+
+"How," said Jonas; "is your father going to pay you for your 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 pockets, and drew out a small, well-worn
+piece of chalk, and then tipped up Rollo'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."
+
+Jonas marked them, and then laid the chalk down upon a flat stone 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 covered, so that they could not 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 Rollo
+talk; for they kept the wheelbarrows together all the time, as Jonas had
+recommended. At such times, Rollo 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 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 way 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 wheelbarrows.
+
+So the boys went back for their wheelbarrows.
+
+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 just as many too."
+
+"And were they all good loads?"
+
+"Yes, all good, full loads."
+
+"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 Rollo'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 besides. 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.
+
+"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-morrow."
+
+"But we are going right back now," said Rollo.
+
+"No," said his father; "I don't want you to do any more to-day."
+
+"Why not, father? We want to, very much."
+
+"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
+and 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, Rollo 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."
+
+"I don't believe that," said James.
+
+"Why, yes, we can," said Rollo.
+
+"I don't believe we can," said James.
+
+"Well, I mean to go and ask my father," 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 disappointed, "I thought every body
+could do what they pleased with their own things."
+
+"Whose hat is that you have on? Is it James's?"
+
+"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 a right 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 always 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 _anything they please_ with their property. There are
+limits and restrictions in all cases. And in all cases where children have
+property, whether it is money, hats, toys, or any thing, they are 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
+wheelbarrow, or your books, are yours. They are all yours to use and to
+enjoy; but in the way of using them and 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 reasonable. But _men_ can do anything
+they please with their money, can they not?"
+
+"No," said his father; "they are under 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 lying loose under a high bank, they could shovel it
+up easily, and fill their wheelbarrows. 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, Rollo's
+father found that he owed Rollo twenty-three cents, and James twenty-one.
+The reason why Rollo 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 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, two 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, _I_ 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.
+
+Just 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 conversation.
+
+"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 plan, and wondered why they had not
+thought of it before. A few days afterwards, 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.
+
+
+
+
+
+ROLLO'S GARDEN.
+
+
+
+
+Farmer Cropwell.
+
+
+One warm morning, early in the spring, just after the snow was melted off
+from the ground, Rollo 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 hens and turkeys, and cattle
+and sheep, sunning themselves around the barns.
+
+Rollo 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 Rollo's father knocked at it with the head of his cane. A
+pleasant-looking young woman came to the door.
+
+"Is Farmer Cropwell at home?" said Rollo's father.
+
+"Yes, sir," said she, "he is out in the long barn, I believe."
+
+"Shall I go there and look for him?" said he.
+
+"If you please, sir."
+
+So Rollo'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 long range 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 scaffolding over his head, and cackling with noise enough to
+fill the whole barn.
+
+[Illustration: The Bull Chained by the Nose.]
+
+When they got to the other end of the 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 Rollo's father; "what! are you going to
+ploughing?"
+
+"Why, it is about time to overhaul the ploughs, and see that they are in
+order. I think we shall have an early season."
+
+"Yes, I find my garden is getting settled, and I came to talk with you a
+little about some garden seeds."
+
+The truth was, that Rollo'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, my little boy, you have been very still and patient. Should not you
+like some seeds too? 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, at 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
+garden, 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?"
+
+"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; "I 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 my garden if I was going to make _work_
+of it?"
+
+"O, then you would not do it for amusement, but for the useful results.
+You would consider what you could raise to best advantage, and then lay
+out your garden; not as you might happen to _fancy_ 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 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."
+
+Rollo 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 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
+evening 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."
+
+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 conditions, 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-garden_, 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.
+
+"4. Whatever he raises, he may sell to me, at fair prices, at the end of
+the season."
+
+
+
+
+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 belonging to
+him.
+
+So Rollo asked Jonas what he had better 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 for 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 a trench all along the side of Rollo'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 allotted 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
+I 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
+year, perhaps, you will be old enough to act according to your own
+judgment; but this year you must follow guidance."
+
+Rollo 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 father.
+
+"Why; I don't know," said Rollo.
+
+"This very case shows that it is reasonable. 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 begin 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 following 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 got it all done, he was so satisfied with thinking that it was fairly
+completed, and in thinking that now it was all ready together, and that he
+could form a plan for the whole at once, that he determined that forever
+after, when he had any unpleasant 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
+pleasure-ground, planting and digging, and setting out, just 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 between them was very great;
+and Rollo, as he ran along before his father, said that he thought the
+working plan of making a garden was a great deal better than the playing
+plan.
+
+"That depends upon what your object 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 results, 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 industry enough?"
+
+"You have done very well, so far; but the trying time is to come."
+
+"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.
+
+Rollo was not much alarmed, for he thought he should have ample time to do
+it before the three days should have expired.
+
+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-morrow is Sunday, and you cannot work then."
+
+"Is it?" said Rollo, with much surprise 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."
+
+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
+industriously 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, finding 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 home, so that he could ask him, and, as she saw that he was
+so anxious and unhappy 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 himself, and, in a few minutes, his father
+came in to get his light.
+
+"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 agreement, 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 I
+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 prevent 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 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 it
+on Saturday?"
+
+He dressed himself, went down stairs, and looked out at the clouds. There
+was no prospect of any thing but rain. He ate his breakfast, and then went
+out, and looked again. Rain, still. He studied and 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
+father 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 afternoon, 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.
+
+"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 good deal of trouble. No; I'd rather you would not go, on the
+whole, Rollo."
+
+Rollo turned away with tears in his eyes, and went out into the kitchen.
+He sat down on a bench in the shed where Jonas was working, and looked out
+towards 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, hanging 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 wet. She laughed, and said
+no; and said she would go and ask his father to let him go out with them.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: Work in the Rain.]
+
+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."
+
+"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 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 parlor
+mantel-piece all the summer; and the green peas, and the beans, and the
+muskmelons, and the other vegetables, which his father took and paid for,
+amounted to more than two dollars.
+
+
+
+
+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 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
+pleasure 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;
+generally after the work is done. While you are doing your work, it
+requires _exertion_ 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
+persevere 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 having 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 Rollo, "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 tiresome, and they understand this beforehand, and go steadily forward
+notwithstanding. 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 pleasure 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 Rollo.
+
+"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, I thought I had learned to work
+pretty well."
+
+"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 undertaking 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, my little son," said his father, putting him down and patting his
+head, "you have got a great deal to learn 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 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 wheelbarrows, 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,
+various things were hung up--here a row of augers, there a trap, and in
+other places parts of harness.
+
+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 garden-house, from the
+yard, playing with a large 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 into the garden-house, and shut Nappy
+out. He stood there holding the door, and said,
+
+"Father, all the horses have been watered 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 into 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. 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 riding 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 lap up water with
+his tongue, while the horse drank.
+
+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. Cropwell 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 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 walking 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 beautiful 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. "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 milk, 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 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 getting a little wagon ready to draw out into the field. There were
+three barrels standing 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 were the apples that the
+boys were 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, wondering what he meant. George laughed.
+
+"What does he mean?" said Rollo.
+
+"He means," said George, laughing, "that we make so much noise and
+confusion, that we cannot have any head."
+
+"Any head?" said James.
+
+"Yes,--any master workman."
+
+"Why," said Rollo, "do we need a master workman?"
+
+"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.
+
+[Illustration: The Harvesting Party.]
+
+
+
+
+Insubordination.
+
+
+The boys immediately began the work of getting down the apples. But,
+unluckily, 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 willing 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 it down; and then Rollo seized
+it, and began knocking the apples off of the tree. 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 harmoniously 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
+together."
+
+"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 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, discussing 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 different directions, and
+made very slow progress in their work. It took them a long time to get
+their wagon full.
+
+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 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 Rollo won't let me."
+
+"Must not we back it up?" said Rollo.
+
+"Is that the way you have been working 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 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 scarcely 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
+quietly?"
+
+"Why, it is because they are men, and not boys," said Rollo.
+
+"No," said the farmer, "that is not the reason. It is because they have a
+head."
+
+"A head?" said Rollo.
+
+"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 is telling them which to take next. Watch them now, and you will see
+that he directs 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."
+
+[Illustration: There, Said He, See How Men Work.]
+
+"And do men always appoint a head," said Rollo, "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 authorized 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 head?"
+
+"The one who is the oldest, and knows 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 exactly, 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 altogether, 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 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 pick up 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 industriously, 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 not 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, on the whole, that they did not like having a
+head quite so well as being without one.
+
+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 Rollo. "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.
+
+"Rollo," 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. I want one load for a particular purpose."
+
+
+
+
+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.
+
+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 to her, can you not?"
+
+"Yes, sir," said Rollo, "we will. And who are the other apples for? You
+cannot 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 Cropwell came, soon after, to Rollo's house, and helped him make a
+fine strawberry-bed, which, he said, he thought would bear considerably
+the next year. They dug up the ground, raked it over carefully, and then
+put in the plants in rows.
+
+After it was all done, Rollo got permission of his father to go back with
+George to take the wagon home; and George proposed to take Rollo's
+wheelbarrow 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
+ragged little boy, much smaller than Rollo, who was walking along
+barefooted.
+
+"There's Tom," said George.
+
+"Who?" said Rollo.
+
+"Tom. 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, and 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.
+
+"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, father?"
+
+"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, laughing; "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 Rollo 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 farmer on his seat,
+which was a board laid across from one side of the cart to the 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
+enemies. 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?'
+
+" 'If we wait a little time, till his mate comes home, we shall see,' said
+the wolf.
+
+"The bear and the wolf walked backward and forward some time, till his
+mate came home with some food in her mouth for her children. The wolf and
+the bear watched her. She went to the tree where the bird was singing, and
+they together flew to a little grove just by, and went to their nest.
+
+" 'Now,' said the bear, 'let us go and see.'
+
+" '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.
+
+" 'Take care,' said the wolf; 'you had better be careful. The tomtits are
+little; but little enemies are sometimes very troublesome.'
+
+" '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.
+
+" 'What do you mean by making such a noise,' said he, 'and talking so to
+me? I will teach you better.' So he 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 were terribly frightened, 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 indignant 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, surrounded by high rocks, where the bear
+used to go and sleep, because it was 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, coming towards the wood. He
+fled to his glen in dismay, though he thought he should be safe there.
+
+"The tomtits were flying about there, and presently they saw the huntsmen.
+'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 me 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, and 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 enemies, 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.
+
+" '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 caps of, and nailed his claws up on the
+barn."
+
+
+
+
+
+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. There is a noble large apple tree on one side of
+the house, which bears a beautiful, 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 garden,
+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 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 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, by the side of the fire,
+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 books and
+playthings,--his pen and ink,--his paint-box, brushes and pencils,--his
+knife, and a little saw,--and a great many 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. Sometimes, 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.
+
+Georgie 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 clothing 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, but he
+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 summer 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. Besides, 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 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 in cents; but then there was one fourpence 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
+same time, which was shut up, and appeared to have something in it.
+
+"Why, what have you got for me?" 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 fingers 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."
+
+Georgie'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 materials 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 black varnish,
+with a little 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 supper, 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 own use, and Jonas used
+to help him about expending it, he got, at last, quite a variety of
+implements and articles. He had some wire, and a little pair of pliers for
+bending it in all shapes, and a hammer and little nails. He had also a
+paint-box and brushes, and paper of various colors, for 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 Georgie was a great friend of both Rollo 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 shrubbery, 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 Georgie
+took his crutches, and they began to walk slowly together up the garden
+walk.
+
+"Where have you been, Rollo?" said Georgie.
+
+"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
+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 your branch are not golden pippins," said Rollo.
+"There are some on it that are red. What beautiful 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."
+
+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 looked so rich and mellow, that he
+could not choose very easily; and so Georgie laughed, find told him he
+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.
+
+[Illustration: Georgie's Apples.]
+
+They then went into the house, and Georgie gave Rollo his money, wrapped
+up in a small piece of paper; and then Rollo, 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. Rollo'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 are riding, and Rollo therefore did right to offer it
+to his cousin.
+
+
+
+
+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 very 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, &c.
+Giving you 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 I 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 understand 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, laughing.
+
+"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 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 Rollo.
+
+"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. "_I_ 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 drollery of it, and after a little while, when you became
+familiar with it, it ceased to 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 pleasure 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 cease 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.
+
+His mother and James looked up, wondering what Rollo meant. He was looking
+out at the side of the carryall, at something 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," said she, "of one kind of playthings--those that
+give pleasure from their _novelty_ only. There is another kind--those that
+give you pleasure by their _use_;--such as a doll, for example."
+
+"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
+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_?"
+
+"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.
+Children 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 are in the shop, and see them for the first
+time; 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 playthings which give _you_
+pleasure, but give _other persons_ pain. A drum and a whistle, for
+example, are disagreeable to other persons; 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, and look
+about, and then I will tell you a short story."
+
+
+
+
+The Young Drivers.
+
+
+They came, about this time, to the foot of a long hill, and Jonas said he
+believed that he would get out and walk up, and he 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 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, Selfish, 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 dollar, 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.
+
+    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 want 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 I shall buy this," said he. "I can make believe that
+    there is a fire, and can run about springing my rattle, and
+    crying, 'Fire! Fire!' or I 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 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 ball 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 fact,
+    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, and 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 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 ball 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 get 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 Rollo, when the story was
+finished.
+
+"I think he was very foolish to throw away his grinning monkey," said
+James, "I wish I could see a grinning monkey."
+
+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 curious 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 window were filled with all sorts of boxes, and whips, and puzzles,
+and tea-sets, and 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 was 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.
+Rollo'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 I tell her," said the shopman.
+
+"But I have not got but ten cents," said the little girl.
+
+"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 that 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 wanted 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
+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 Rollo 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. So 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 Georgie. On their way home,
+the carryall stopped at the house where Lucy lived and Rollo'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.
+
+
+
+
+
+                  -------------------------------------
+
+
+
+
+
+THE ROLLO SERIES
+
+IS COMPOSED OF FOURTEEN VOLUMES, VIZ.
+
+      Rollo Learning to Talk.
+      Rollo Learning to Read.
+      Rollo at Work.
+      Rollo at Play.
+      Rollo at School.
+      Rollo's Vacation.
+      Rollo'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.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+***FINIS***
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