“No,” said Rollo, “I can knock them down better.”
“But I got the pole first, and I ought to have it.”
Rollo, finding that James was not willing to give up his pole, left him, and went to George, and asked George to let him have the pole; but George said he was taller, and could use it better than Rollo.
Rollo was a little out of humor at this, and stood aside and looked on. James soon got tired of his pole, and laid it down; and then Rollo seized it, and began knocking the apples off of the tree. [pg 142]But it fatigued him very much to reach up so high; and, in fact, they all three got tired of the poles very soon, and began picking up the apples.
But they did not go on any more harmoniously with this than with the other. After Rollo and James had thrown in several apples, George came and turned them all out.
“You must not put them in so,” said he; “all the good and bad ones together.”
“How must we put them in?” asked Rollo.
“Why, first we must get a load of good, large, whole, round apples, and then a load of small and wormy ones. We only put the good ones into the barrels.”
“And what do you do with the little ones?” said James.
“O, we give them to the pigs.”