She loved to go to the farm, because grandmamma let her work.
Rose could shell peas and sweep the floor with a pretty little broom. She took up the dust on a bright new dust-pan.
The first day she went out in the field with grandpapa and raked hay.
Then she took a little watering-pot and wet the flowers.
By and by Grandmamma put the kettle on to boil.
“Now we will get supper,” she said.
She spread a white cloth on the table, and Rose put on the cups and plates and spoons and knives and forks.