188 THE WHITE EGG. 



The boys hurried to meet each other. The path was wide, and 

 Tommy tried to turn out, and make room for Toby. But Snowball 

 would not turn. He wanted to have his own way. Tommy pulled 

 first one rein and then the other. It was of no use. Snowball 

 went straight ahead. 



" You must turn out, Toby," shouted Tommy. 



" I can't," answered Toby; " my goat will not mind me! " 



In fact, both goats wanted to do as they j)leased. They began to 

 run, with their horns pointed out ahead. 



"Whoa! whoa! whoa !" shouted the two boys. It was no use; 

 the goats would not obey. 



Bump they went against each other with all their might. Over 

 went the sled. Over went the cart. Toby and Tommy tvimbled 

 headlong into the snow; but, after all, nobody was hurt. 



It is a bad thing for either goats or boys always to have their 

 own way. 



THE WHITE EGG. 



" Well, well ! " said Dame Partlet. " I really cannot wait for 

 this chicken any longer. If he doesn't choose to come out he must 

 stay in, that's all. You are all tired of waiting; aint you, my 

 dears?" 



"Peep! peep! Yes! we are very tired of waiting! " said all the 

 little chickens. 



There wei-e nine of them, and some of them had been out of 

 their shells for more than an hour; and their mother had promised to- 



