"But it was only in fun," said Rollo. "One or the other of you must be to blame," said Jonas. "How?" asked Rollo. "Why, James seems displeased with you for frightening him so; and now, either you must have done wrong, and given him just cause for his displeasure, or else, if you did right, then his displeasure is unreasonable, and so it is ill humor." The boys did not answer. "So that the question is, Did Rollo do wrong? or, Is James out of humor?" "Why, I think deception is always wrong," said James. "Did you ever play blind-man's-buff?" asked Jonas. "Yes," replied James. "And did you ever go and squeak in a corner, and then creep away, to make the blind man think you were there, and so go groping after you?" "Why, yes," said James; "but that is not deception." "Why, don't you try to make the blind man think you are in the corner, when, in fact, you have gone?" "Yes," said James. "And is not that trying to deceive him?" "Yes--" said James, hesitating, "but,--I think that that is a very different thing." "How is it different?" said Jonas. It is probable that James would have found some difficulty in answering this question; but, in fact, he did not have the opportunity to try, for, just then, he heard some one calling him, and he and Rollo went into the house. They wanted him to go, and so he got into the chaise and rode away, promising to come and see Rollo in the afternoon, if he could get permission. Soon after this, Rollo sat down, with the rest of the family, to dinner. He determined to commence in earnest the work of collecting curiosities that afternoon. THE HEMLOCK-SEED. James came to play with Rollo that afternoon, and Rollo explained to him his plan of collecting a museum of curiosities. James was very much interested in it indeed, and he said that he had some shells and some Guinea peas at home, which he would put into it. Rollo went to show him the box out of which Jonas was going to make the cabinet the first rainy day. Then the boys went out again to see if there were yet any signs of a storm. But they looked in vain. There were no clouds to be seen, except here and there a few of those white, fleecy tufts floating in the heavens, which indicate fair weather rather than rain. The boys played together in the yard for some time. Among other things, they amused themselves by collecting some flowers, and pressing them in a book. Suddenly James said, "O Rollo, let us go and get some blue-bells to press; they will be beautiful." "Where?" said Rollo. "Among the rocks by the road, beyond the bridge," said James. "There are plenty of them among those rocks." The place which James referred to, was a rocky precipice by the road side, about a quarter of a mile from the house; just at the entrance of a small village. Rollo approved of the proposal, and he went in and asked his mother's permission to go.