“Now,” said Rollo, “give me the beetle again.”
“No,” said Nathan, “I want to split some more.”
“O, no,” said Rollo, in a tone of good-humored expostulation; “no; it is my beetle and wedge. I let you have it to split one stick off; but now you ought to let me have it again, immediately.”
“No,” said Nathan, “I want to split some more.”
Rollo took up the two wedges, and would not let Nathan have them, and Nathan held the beetle away behind him so that Rollo should not have that. Thus they seemed to be in inextricable difficulty. Rollo did not know what to do.
“Nathan,” said he, at length, after a pause, “give me my beetle.”
“No,” said Nathan, “I want to split.”
“O, dear me!” said Rollo, with a sigh.
At first, he thought that he would take the beetle away from Nathan by force; but he reflected in a moment that this would be wrong, and so finally he concluded to go and state the case to his mother.