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get out. Several times a day they were fed with 

 a gruel made of corn meal, water and milk. 



At the end of four or five days the weather was 

 so much milder that the lambs were taken back 

 to their mothers. Only one was still kept at the 

 farmhouse, — the little one that had almost died. 

 It was so puny and weak that Nelly said she was 

 going to keep it, and try to bring it up by hand. 



She was so successful that Tiny, as she named 

 the lamb, lived and throve. Soon he was the pet 

 of the whole family. He trotted upstairs and 

 downstairs, wherever he chose to go, and even into 

 the cellar. 



In the cellar the old mother cat had a family 

 of kittens. There was nothing the lamb liked 

 better than to get into the box with those kittens. 

 There he would snuggle up to the mother cat, and 

 lie quietly for an hour at a time. 



After a while when Tiny was turned out of 

 doors, he made friends with the two dogs, Jock and 

 Dandy. 



Jock was Tiny's particular playmate. They had 

 regular games together. The lamb would leap 

 from the ground, and then butt at Jock. Jock 

 would pretend to be very much frightened, and 



