ng to cry. His
father then said to him,

"Rollo, be still a moment. I want to speak to you."

When he first took Rollo up, he did not command him to be still, for he
knew that it would do no good. He was then so overwhelmed with pain and
terror, that he could not help crying; and his father never commanded
impossibilities. By this time, however, the pain, and the immediate
terror, had so far subsided, that his father knew he could now control
himself, and Rollo knew that he must obey. He accordingly stopped crying
aloud, and tried to listen to his father.

"Rollo," said his father, "I pity you very much. I warned you against
this bad company, and now I perceive you have got into some difficulty
with them; but I cannot hear your story about it till we get home. It is
your own fault that has brought you into trouble; and now you must not
extend your trouble over all our party, and spoil our happiness, as you
have your own. I must go and put you by yourself, until you get entirely
composed and pleasant, and then you may join us again."

"But, father," said Rollo, beginning to cry afresh at the thoughts of
the boys' treatment of him, "they came up to me, and--and--"

"Stop, Rollo," said his father. "Be still. You cannot tell the story
intelligibly now, and if you could, I should not be willing to listen to
it. You must not say any thing about it, unless you are questioned,
until we get home."

By this time they came up pretty near the place where the rest of the
party were; but his father did not take him there. He turned aside, and,
putting Rollo down, he led him along to a smooth log, which lay among
some old trees, close by, and told him to sit there, until he was
entirely composed and pleasant again, and then to come to him, or to go
to picking berries again, just as he pleased.

Rollo sat on the log, for some time, with his empty basket by his side,
mourning over his sorrows. Lucy came to him, and endeavored to console
him. She begged him not to cry; and she poured out half of her own
berries into his basket, and told him that they could soon fill it full
again, if he would come with her to a good thick place she had found.
Rollo became gradually quiet and composed, and walked along with Lucy.

Lucy had indeed found a place where the berries were very thick and
large, and Rollo determined to be as industrious as possible. They
worked away very busily for half an hour, and Rollo gradually recovered
his spirits.