Rollo in the Woods

Rollo in the Woods, by Jacob Abbott

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Title: Rollo in the Woods
Author: Jacob Abbott
Release Date: September 7, 2006 [EBook #19195]
Language: English
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[Illustration: ROLLO ON THE TREE BRIDGE. Page 14.]
THE
ROLLO STORY BOOKS
BY
JACOB ABBOTT.

ROLLO IN THE WOODS.
Boston: PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.
Entered according to Act of Congress, In the year 1857, by PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO., In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.

CONTENTS.
ROLLO AT PLAY IN THE WOODS.
THE SETTING OUT.
BRIDGE-BUILDING.
A VISITOR.
DIFFICULTY.
HEARTS WRONG.
HEARTS RIGHT AGAIN.

ROLLO AT PLAY
IN
THE WOODS.
* * * * *
THE SETTING OUT.
One pleasant morning in the autumn, when Rollo was about five years old, he was sitting on the platform, behind his father's house, playing. He had a hammer and nails, and some small pieces of board. He was trying to make a box. He hammered and hammered, and presently he dropped his work down and said, fretfully,
"O dear me!"
"What is the matter, Rollo?" said Jonas,--for it happened that Jonas was going by just then, with a wheelbarrow.
"I wish these little boards would not split so. I cannot make my box."
"You drive the nails wrong; you put the wedge sides with the grain."
"The wedge sides!" said Rollo; "what are the wedge sides,--and the grain? I do not know what you mean."
But Jonas went on, trundling his wheelbarrow; though he looked round and told Rollo that he could not stop to explain it to him then.
Rollo was discouraged about his box. He thought he would look and see what Jonas was going to do. Jonas trundled the wheelbarrow along, until he came opposite the barn-door, and there he put it down. He went into the barn, and presently came out with an axe. Then he took the sides of the wheelbarrow off, and placed them up against the barn. Then he laid the axe down across the wheelbarrow, and went into the barn again. Pretty soon he brought out an iron crowbar, and laid that down also in the wheelbarrow, with the axe.
Then Rollo called out,
"Jonas, Jonas, where are you going?"
"I am going down into the woods beyond the brook."
"What are you going to do?"
"I am going to clear up some ground."
"May I go with you?"
"I should like it--but that is not for me to say."
Rollo knew by this that he must ask his mother. He went in and asked her, and she, in return, asked him if he had read his lesson that morning. He said he had not; he had forgotten it.
"Then," said his mother, "you must first go and read a quarter of an hour."
Rollo was sadly disappointed, and also a little displeased. He turned away, hung down his head, and began to cry. It is not strange that he was disappointed, but it was very wrong for him to feel displeased, and begin to cry.
"Come here, my son," said his mother.
Rollo came to his mother, and she said to him kindly,
"You have done wrong now twice this morning; you have neglected your duty of reading, and now you are out of humor with me because I require you to attend to it. Now it is my duty not to yield to such feelings as you have now, but to punish them. So I must say that, instead of a quarter of an hour, you must wait half an hour, before you go out with Jonas."
Rollo stood silent a minute,--he perceived that he had done wrong, and was sorry. He did not know how he could find Jonas in the woods, but he did not say any thing about that then. He only asked his mother what he must do for the half hour. She said he must read a quarter of an hour, and the rest of the time he might do as he pleased.
So Rollo took his book, and went out and sat down upon the platform, and began to read aloud. When he had finished one page, which usually took a quarter of an hour, he went in to ask his mother what time it was. She looked at the clock, and told him he had been reading seventeen minutes.
"Is seventeen minutes more than a quarter of an hour, or not so much?" asked Rollo.
"It is more;--fifteen minutes is a quarter of an hour. Now you may do what you please till the other quarter has elapsed."
Rollo thought he would