Rollo Took Hold of His Wheelbarrow.
James said he wished he could have one too, and while Rollo was talking with the corporal, he could not help looking at the green one on the shelf, which he thought was just about as big as he should like.
The corporal asked him if he wanted to see that one, and he took it down for him. James took hold of the handles, and tried it a little, back and forth on the floor, and then he said it was just about big enough for him.
“Who is this for?” said he to the corporal.
“I do not know,” said the corporal; “a gentleman bespoke it some time ago. I do not know what his name is.”
Just then he seemed to see somebody out of the window.
“Ah! here he comes now!” he exclaimed suddenly.
Just then the door opened, and whom should the boys see coming in, but their uncle George!
“Why, James,” said he, “have you got hold of your wheelbarrow already?”