tated; 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