It was now six o'clock and time for Rollo to go home to his supper.
While he was getting his cap which he had left with a young lady in a
small room near the door he saw that most of the gentlemen, when they
took their hats, placed a coin in a saucer that stood near-by. This
reminded Rollo that he had paid for nothing and that he still had the
dime which his father had given him.

"Surely," thought Rollo, "if I should give my dime to this young lady
it would not be spending it." After some reflection he placed the dime
in the saucer, for which he was rewarded by a kind smile, and
gathering up his cap and his fish he joined his companions in the
hall-way.

"Good-bye, Stella, Good-bye, Anabelle, Good-bye, Rupie!" cried Rollo,
waving his fish at them, and they all cried "Good-bye," and promised
Rollo they should have another holiday together soon.

As he walked homeward Rollo realized that perhaps he ought not to have
angled in the little fountain. But here were his fish and what was he
to do with them? Just then he saw a lady putting a letter in an iron
box which was fastened to a post on a corner of the street. "Just the
place for my fish!" thought Rollo and suiting the action to the word
he popped the little fish in the box and went on his way.

ROLLO'S WEEK-END IN THE
COUNTRY

HOW OUR LITTLE HERO BECAME ACQUAINTED WITH AN OUTDOOR
GAME AND ALSO ONE PLAYED INDOORS

One bright morning, as Rollo stood by the window of the handsome city
apartment to which his family had moved, his mother entered the room
and said:

"Rollo, how should you like to spend a week-end in the country?"

"Ho, ho," laughed Rollo. "That is a droll idea! Here we are in the
city, whither we have but just come, and you propose that I should
return to the country. Ho ho! ho ho!"

It was very wrong of Rollo to laugh at his mother so, but his mother
realized that he was a little boy and did not know all there was to be
known in the world. She therefore answered him gently.

"My son, you do not understand. The country I speak of differs from
the country where we formerly lived."

"In what way?" asked Rollo.

"That you will soon see," replied his mother. "But let me ask you a
question; what used you to do in the country?"

"Well," answered Rollo, "let me see; first I used to carry the
milk-pails up from the cow-barn for Jonas; then I would sweep the
steps and well-kerb and draw a fresh pail of water from the well.
During the d