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"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?"
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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