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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 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. 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.

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. 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.

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.

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It would not move back or forwards. 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 [pg 25] 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. I am wheeling chips in it, and I cannot get it along. It is in a little hole. If I could only get it out of that little hole, it would go very well.

You wanted me very much to go and get you [pg 26] 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.

If you can get it out of this hole for me, I will be careful not to let it get in again. 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.


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He succeeded, however, in working it along until he came to [pg 27] 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. 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 [pg 28] the shed, near where the wood was lying Jonas had thrown it down there in a heap as he had sawed and split it.

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. 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.


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How do you get along with your chips? I want you to help me get the wheelbarrow up on the platform. 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.

So saying, he turned away, and walked off fast after the cow. Rollo stood looking at him for some time, wishing that he was going too. But [pg 31] 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. 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 [pg 32] 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.

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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,. 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 [pg 36] 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,. Uncle almost always takes her, when he goes any where. I wonder why father does not take me as often. If I was a boy like you, I should manage so as almost always to ride with my father. I should sit exactly where they put me, without any com [pg 37] plaint. Then I should not talk much, and I should never interrupt them when they were talking. If I saw any thing on the road that I wanted to ask about, I should wait until I had a good opportunity to do it without disturbing their 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.

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His father and mother liked very much to have such a still, pleasant little boy sitting [pg 38] 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.

Rollo was always very much pleased when his father let him go to 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 [pg 39] 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. 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. 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 [pg 41] large enough for him, and he called out for his father to look at it. How much do you suppose the corporal asks for it?

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.

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 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.

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 [pg 43] when he got there, he recollected that he had not had liberty to put any thing in it; and so he determined at once that he would not. Just then his father called him. So he wheeled the 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. It was so light, and went so easy!

I wish you would buy me one, father. You are about six years old, and they say that a boy of seven years old is able to earn his living. What should you do first? 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?

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. 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 [pg 46] speaking; but his father told him to put them down, and not begin until he had got all his directions. 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.

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. 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.

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Do you understand it all? Rollo sat down upon the clean barn floor, and began his task. 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.


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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. 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.

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 [pg 49] was no pleasure in it, and he began to be very sorry his father had set him at it.

Having no heart for his work, he did not go on with alacrity, and of course made very slow progress. He ought to have gone rapidly forward, and not thought any thing about the pleasantness or unpleasantness of it, but only been anxious to finish the work, and please his father. Instead of that, he only lounged over it—looked at the 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.

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.

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. I gave you all the necessary instructions. Go back to your work. You did not say any thing about screws. He did not know what to say. 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 [pg 51] heart is not in the work, it always goes on very slowly. Thus an hour or two of the forenoon passed away, and Rollo made very little progress. At last his father came out 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—. Rollo knew not what to say, and so he was silent. He felt guilty and ashamed.

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Thus you have wasted your morning entirely; you have neither done work nor enjoyed play. 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. 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. I have to do that, and all people have to do it, and you must learn [pg 53] to do it, or you will grow up indolent and useless.

You cannot do it now, it is very plain.

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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 how can there be any pleasure in it, if you choose such things as have no amusement in them, at all? 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 [pg 54] 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? 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 say [pg 55] ing; and he perceived that it was not at all probable that so small a boy could be reasoned into liking work.

In fact, it was rather hard 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. 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. 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.

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Then he went to play, and enjoyed himself very highly. 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. You have not been very idle, but have not been industrious; and the pun [pg 57] ishment 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. 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 [pg 58] 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. Or do you think you could find the way yourself? Rollo clapped his hands, and capered about, and asked his father how long he thought it would be before he could have it. 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 [pg 60] 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. 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,. I see it standing up by the side of the door.

That is a green one. 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 [pg 62] like the one he trundled when he was there before, only it was green. 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.

Have you come for your wheelbarrow, Rollo. Rollo took hold of his wheelbarrow, [pg 63] and began to wheel it along. He liked it very much. 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. I do not know what his name is. Just then he seemed to see somebody out of the window.

Just then the door opened, and whom should the boys see coming in, but their uncle George! 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. 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 [pg 68] 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,.

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