HOW LENA FED THE LAMB. 



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" We are going a-riding," three of the little ones answered in 

 chorus. 



" A-widing," echoed httle Maud, who sat upon the tail. 



Alas ! Beppo heard my voice, and not one step further would he 

 go. I gave Susie a large yellow carrot; she held this on a stick 

 in front of his nose, and then he moved on. 



He always walked so like a snail that I feared he was infirm. 

 But one day, when a pet mule was brought in from the ranch, I 

 found I was mistaken. 



Beppo at once made friends with this little colt. He was very 

 playful, and I soon saw that Beppo could be quite as sprightly as 

 the mule. 



After that, whenever I took a ride on Beppo, I let the mule come, 

 too. We had lively runs over the broad, sunlit plains. 



When I left Colorado Beppo came to the depot to see me off. 

 I am almost sure I saw tears in his big, sad eyes as I bade him 

 good-by. 



HOW LENA FED THE LAMB. 



One morning before breakfast Lena ran into the nursery to tell 

 mamma something dreadful. She said the dogs had broken into 

 the sheepfold and killed ten sheep. 



Lena lived on a sheep farm, and played all day with the lambs. 

 jS'ow the dogs had killed old Sukey and left her little lamb. Lena 

 heard it bleating, and knew it was crying for its dead mamma. The 

 lamb's teeth were too small to eat grass with, and Lena was afraid 

 it would starve to death. 



