Rollo at Work Part 15

"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 gra.s.s 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 gra.s.s, 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.

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Harvesting Party.]