Rollo's Museum. Abbott Jacob

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meant, by the play room, a pretty large room, in the barn, made originally for a sort of granary, but which the children were accustomed to use for a play room.

      Rollo was very much pleased with this plan. He determined to collect a museum, and to put his hornets’ nest in it for the first thing. As soon as he got home, as he found that dinner was not quite ready, he and Jonas went out into the barn to look at the box. It was a large box, which had been made to pack up a bureau in, so that the bureau should not get injured in the wagon which it was brought home in. As it happened, the box was smooth inside and out, and the cover of it was made of two boards, which Jonas had taken off carefully, when he took the bureau out, and had then tacked them on again; thinking that he might perhaps want it some time or other,—box, covers, and all.

      Now it happened, as it generally does to persons who take care of things, that the article which Jonas thus preserved, came into use exactly. The box, he said, would be just the thing. He showed Rollo how he could place it so that it would make a convenient sort of cabinet.

      “I can put it upon its end,” said he, “and then I can put on the two cover boards with hinges,—one pair of hinges on each side; then the covers will make little doors, and it will open like a book case, only it will not be quite so elegant.”

      “I think it will be very elegant indeed,” said Rollo; “and you can make it for us this afternoon.”

      “No,” said Jonas; “not this afternoon.”

      “Why not?” said Rollo.

      “O, I must attend to my work in the meadow.”

      “O, no,” said Rollo. “I mean to ask my father to let you make it this afternoon.”

      “No; I’d rather you wouldn’t,” said Jonas.

      “Why not?” asked Rollo. “I know he will let you.”

      “Yes, I suppose he would let me, if you were to ask him; but that would spoil the museum.”

      “Spoil it?” said Rollo.

      “Yes,” said Jonas. “The way to spoil any pleasure is to neglect duty for the sake of it. Work first, and play afterwards. That’s the rule.”

      “Well, but, Jonas, we want to begin our museum this afternoon.”

      “Very well,” said Jonas; “you may begin collecting your curiosities, you know; and you can put them all in a safe place, and have them all ready to put in when I get the case made.”

      Rollo did not quite like this plan; but he knew that Jonas was always firm when it was a question of right and wrong, and so he said no more; only, after a moment’s pause, he asked Jonas when he would make the cabinet.

      “The first rainy day,” replied Jonas.

      “Then I hope it will rain to-morrow,” said Rollo; and he went out of the barn to see if it was not cloudy. But the sun shone bright, and the sky was clear and serene.

      While Rollo was looking up at the sky, trying to find some appearance of rain, he heard a chaise coming, and looking out into the road, he saw that his cousin James was in it.

      “Ah,” said he to himself, “there comes cousin James! Now I will have a frolic with him, by means of my hornets’ nest.”

      So Rollo ran into the garden, and slyly fixed his hornets’ nest up in a lilac bush; and then ran out to the front of the house to find his cousin. But his cousin was nowhere to be found. The chaise was at the door, the horse being fastened to a post; but nobody was near it. So Rollo went into the house to see if he could find James.

      They told him in the house that James had gone through the house into the yard, in pursuit of Rollo.

      Rollo then ran out again, and at length found James, and after talking with him a minute, he said,

      “Come, James, let us go into the garden.”

      So they walked along towards the garden, Rollo telling James, by the way, about the canal which Jonas had made that day. At length, when they reached the lilac bush, Rollo looked up, and started in pretended fright, saying,

      “O James! look there!”

      “O!” exclaimed James; “it is a hornets’ nest.”

      “So ’tis,” said Rollo; “run! run!”

      James and Rollo started off at these words, and away they ran down the alley, Rollo convulsed with laughter at the success of his stratagem. At length they stopped.

      “Now, how shall we get back?” said James. For the lilac, upon which Rollo had put the hornets’ nest, was close to the garden gate.

      “I am not afraid to go,” said Rollo.

      So Rollo walked along boldly; James following slowly and with a timid air, remonstrating with Rollo for his temerity.

      “Rollo!” said he, “Rollo! take care. You had better not go.”

      But what was his surprise and astonishment at seeing Rollo go deliberately up to the bush, and take down the twig that had the hornets’ nest attached to it, and hold it out towards him!

      “I put it up there,” said Rollo. “There are no hornets in it.”

      Still, James was somewhat afraid. He knew of course, now, that there could be no hornets in it; but, still, the association of the idea of danger was so strong with the sight of a hornets’ nest, that he could not feel quite easy. At length, however, he came up near to it, and examined it attentively.

      “What made you frighten me so, Rollo?” said he.

      “O, only for fun,” said Rollo.

      “But you deceived me,” said James; “and I don’t think that that was right. It is never right to deceive.”

      “O, I only did it for fun,” said Rollo.

      James insisted upon it that it was wrong, and Rollo that it was not wrong; and finally they concluded to leave it to Jonas. So they both went to him, and told him the story.

      “Wasn’t it wrong?” asked James.

      “It wasn’t—was it?” said Rollo.

      “It was deception,” added James.

      “But it was only in fun,” said Rollo.

      “One or the other of you must be to blame,” said Jonas.

      “How?” asked Rollo.

      “Why, James seems displeased with you for frightening him so; and now, either you must have done wrong, and given him just cause for his displeasure, or else, if you did right, then his displeasure is unreasonable, and so it is ill humor.”

      The boys did not answer.

      “So that the question is, Did Rollo do wrong? or, Is James out of humor?”

      “Why, I think deception is always wrong,” said James.

      “Did you ever play blind-man’s-buff?” asked

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