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Mr. L. And do you like this employment ?
B. Yes, very well, this fine weather.
Mr. L. But had you not rather play?
B. This is not hard work; it is almost as good as play?
Mr. L. Who set you to work ?
Mr. L. How long have you been out in this field.
B. Ever since six in the morning.
Mr. L. If you had sixpence now, what would
do with it? B. I don't know. I never had so much in my life.
Mr. L. Have you no playthings?
Mr. L. Such as balls, nine-pins, marbles, tops, and wooden horses.
B. No, Sir; but our Tom makes footballs to kick in the cold weather, and we set traps for birds; and then I have a jumping pole and a pair of stilts to walk through the dirt with ; and I had a hoop, but it is broke.
Mr. L. And do you want nothing else.
B. No. I have hardly time for those ; for I always ride the horses to field, and bring up the cows, and run to the town of errands, and that is as good as play you know.
Mr. L. Well, but you could buy apples or gingerbread at the town, I suppose, if
B. 0-I can get apples at home; and as for gingerbread, I don't mind it much, for my mammy gives me a pie now and then, and that is as good.
Mr. L. Would you not like a knife to cut sticks?
B. I have one here it is brother Tom gave it me.
Mr. L. Your shoes are full of holes don't you want a better pair ?
B. I have a better pair for Sundays.
B. I have a better at home, but I had as lieve have none at all, for it hurts my head.
Mr. L. What do you do when it rains ?
B: If it rains very hard, I get under the hedge till it is over. Mr. L. What do
you are hungry before it is time to go home?
do when you
B. I sometimes eat a raw turnip.
B. Then I do as well as I can; I work on, and never think of it.
Mr. L. Are you not dry sometimes this hot weather ?
B. Yes, but there is water enough.
Mr. L. Why, my little fellow, you are quite a philosopher.
B. Sir ?
Mr. L. I say you are a philosopher, but I am sure you do not know what that means.
B. No, Sir, no harm, I hope.
Mr. L. No, no! (laughing.) Well, my boy, you seem to want nothing at all, so I shall not give you money to make you want any thing.
thing. But were you ever at school ?
B. No, Sir, but daddy says I shall go after harvest.
Mr. L. You will want books then.
B. Yes, the boys have all a Spellingbook and a Testament.
Mr. L. Well, then, I will give you them-tell
your daddy so, and that it is because I thought you a very good contented little boy. So now go to your sheep again.
B. I will, Sir. Thank you.
FLYING AND SWIMMING.
How I wish I could fly! (cried Robert, as he was gazing after his pigeons that were exercising themselves in a morning's flight.) How fine it must be to, soar to such a height, and to dash through the air with so swift a motion.
I doubt not (said his father) that the pigeons have great pleasure in it; but we have our pleasures too ; and it is
; idle to indulge longings for things quite
out of our power.