First Boy. What is done with oats?
Second Boy. Horses eat them.
First Boy. We eat wheat. John says the bread is made of wheat.
Second Boy. I make hay; I have a rake and a fork; and I ride in the cart. I rode last year.
First Boy. I ride in papa’s coach; and I walk when it is fair and warm; but I have no tools to work with; I wish I had. I love a toy when it is new, just the first day I love it; the next day I do not care for it.
Second Boy. I have a spade and a hoe, and a rake; and I can work with them; and am never tired of them. When I am a man I will have a scythe, and mow in the fields. I have a bit of ground of my own to work in.
First Boy. Where is it? pray show it to me.
Second Boy. Here; come this way. There; you see I have a rose bush; I wish I could find a bud. Here is a white pink: they blow in the spring. Do you like pinks?
First Boy. We have fine large pinks at home; but these are as sweet—I thank you.—I should like pinks of my own.
Second Boy. I will give you some slips in June; and show you how to plant them; and I can give you some seeds which I took care of last year.