"
"Only we ought to keep them, if we have them, to show to other boys,"
said Rollo.
"Yes," said his mother. "You ought never to throw them away, or leave
them on the floor, or on the ground."
"O, the little fool," said Rollo suddenly.
His mother and James looked up, wondering what Rollo meant. He was
looking out at the side of the carryall, at something about the wheel.
"What is it," said his mother.
"Why, here is a large fly trying to light on the wheel, and every time
his legs touch it, it knocks them away. See! See!"
"Yes, but you must not attend to him now. You must listen to my lecture.
You promised to give your attention to me."
So James and Rollo turned away from the window, and began to listen
again.
"I have told you now," said she, "of one kind of playthings--those that
give pleasure from their _novelty_ only. There is another kind--those
that give you pleasure by their _use_;--such as a doll, for example."
"How, mother? Is a doll of any _use_?"
"Yes, in one sense; that is, the girl who has it, _uses_ it continually.
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