“Ah, you have come out to work, have you?” said Jonas. “Well, take this pitchfork, and mount up upon the loft there, and pitch me down some hay.”
Rollo found it very hard to get up upon the loft. There were only some pegs, driven into a post, to climb up by. However, with Jonas’s help, he got up, and then clambered over upon the hay; and Jonas threw the pitchfork up after him.
“Now work moderately,” said Jonas, “and I’ll insure that the Northmen can’t touch you.”
“O, there!” said Rollo, “you have never told me about the Northmen.”
“Well,” said Jonas, “I will tell you now, when you come down.”
After pitching the hay down a little while, Rollo descended, though it was not necessary for Jonas to help him, for he jumped down upon the heap of hay which he had made. They then went together, attending to Jonas’s work about the barn, while Rollo stopped occasionally to look out the open door or window, where the sun was shining in very pleasantly. Rollo began to think it was a warm, pleasant morning.
“There is one of the Northmen,” said Jonas, “that you are somewhat acquainted with already.”
“What is his name?” said Rollo.
“Captain Jack Frost,” replied Jonas.