“Perhaps he has painted it since,” said James; “let us go to the door, and look at the other one, and see which is the biggest.”
So they went to the door, and found that the blue one was a little the biggest.
Just then they saw the corporal coming across the road, with a hatchet in his hand. He had been to grind it at the mill, where there was a grindstone, that went round by water.
“Ah, boys,” said he, “how do you do? Have you come for your wheelbarrow, Rollo.”
“Yes, sir,” said Rollo; “how soon can you get it done?”
“Done? it is done now,” said he; “there it is.” And he took the blue wheelbarrow, which was at the door, and set it down in the path.
“That is not mine,” said Rollo, “is it?”
“Yes,” said the corporal; “your father spoke for it a week ago.”
Rollo took hold of his wheelbarrow, [pg 63]and began to wheel it along. He liked it very much.