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Tom looked round, and then ran away, the wheelbarrow at his heels. He was frightened very much, and began to scream; and, just then, Farmer Cropwell, who at that moment happened to be coming up a lane, on the opposite side of the road, called out, “George!” George stopped his wheelbarrow. “Is that right?” said the farmer. “Why, I was not going to hurt him,” said George.
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.
The boys admitted that they got their apples in faster, and, as they were at work then, and not at play, they resolved to continue the plan. Farmer Cropwell then asked who was to take command the next time. “Rollo,” said the boys. “Well, Rollo,” said he, “I want you to have a large number of apples knocked down this time, and then select from them the largest and nicest you can.
When they got to the other end of the barn, they found a door leading out into a shed; and there was Farmer Cropwell, with one of his men and a pretty large boy, getting out some ploughs. “Good morning, Mr. Cropwell,” said Rollo’s father; “what! are you going to ploughing?” “Why, it is about time to overhaul the ploughs, and see that they are in order. I think we shall have an early season.”
Farmer Cropwell. One warm morning, early in the spring, just after the snow was melted off from the ground, Rollo and his father went to take a walk. The ground by the side of the road was dry and settled, and they walked along very pleasantly; and at length they came to a fine-looking farm.
The door was open, and Rollo’s father knocked at it with the head of his cane. A pleasant-looking young woman came to the door. “Is Farmer Cropwell at home?” said Rollo’s father. “Yes, sir,” said she, “he is out in the long barn, I believe.” “Shall I go there and look for him?” said he. “If you please, sir.” So Rollo’s father walked along to the barn. It was a long barn indeed.
George will come to your house, this afternoon, with the strawberry plants, and then he can bring the wagon home.” The Strawberry-Bed. George Cropwell came, soon after, to Rollo’s house, and helped him make a fine strawberry-bed, which, he said, he thought would bear considerably the next year. They dug up the ground, raked it over carefully, and then put in the plants in rows.
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.
At one end of this bench there were a great many carpenter’s tools; and the other was covered with papers of seeds, and little bundles of dried plants, which Farmer Cropwell had just been getting in from the garden.
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