Jacob Abbott,
Rollo at Play; Or, Safe Amusements
“ So he took hold of the branch that Rollo had hold of. They both felt guilty and condemned, but their angry feelings urged them on, and they looked fiercely at each other, and pulled upon the branch. “Rollo,” said James, “let go.” “James,” said Rollo, “I tell you, let my wigwam alone.” “It is not your wigwam.” “I tell you it is.” Just then they heard a noise in the bushes. They looked around, and saw Jonas coming towards them. They felt ashamed, and were silent, though each kept hold of the branch. “Now, boys,” said Jonas, “you have got into a foolish and wicked quarrel. ”
