THE EARTH'S BOUNTY 



cold kept Mrs. E. in the house, and gave me 

 an excuse to spend many afternoons in her 

 cheery living-room, being initiated into the 

 possibilities of silk scraps, when manipulated 

 according to old-time knowledge. 



During one of these duet Dorcas meetings 

 Mr. E. came hurrying in with an apparently 

 dead lamb which he placed on my knee, say- 

 ing: 



" Here s something to your taste. It may 

 live if you hold it in hot water. I want to try 

 and save the mother." 



And off he started, waiting only, as he 

 got to the door, to say, ' We didn't look 

 for any lambs until March, and here it isn't 

 Christmas. I fear I am sure to lose the 

 mother." 



Almost before he'd closed the door, I had 

 the poor little cold baby up to its neck in a 

 pail of hot water. Quite soon it showed signs 

 of life, and by the time it had been rubbed 

 dry in front of the fire, and was being fed 

 with warm milk, Mr. E. returned, telling us 



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