ood 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 nois