THE EARTH'S BOUNTY 



what was required of her, and made an effort 

 which must have been very satisfactory to its 

 appetite, for there was no more coaxing nec- 

 essary. 



It gained strength at every feed until, at the 

 end of a week, it could stand, even stagger, 

 about the stable. The goat was such a small 

 foster-mother, even for such an undersized 

 colt, that, as it grew stronger, difficulties would 

 have arisen had it not discovered that lying 

 down brought it within comfortable reach of 

 sustenance. Whether she imbibed odd charac- 

 teristics from her foster mother, or the amount 

 of petting and spoiling she received was an- 

 swerable, I don't know, but she developed into 

 a regular little elf, skipping and dancing about 

 from morning till night, which made us 

 christen her Zephyrina. Fortunately she was 

 not really vicious. Mr. Fred's children were 

 able to ride her about the farm from the time 

 she was big enough to carry them. But if 

 anything startled her, or, I really believe, 

 amused her, her front feet went up in the air, 



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