"They think I have something for them," she said. "Let me have some
salt, please, Donald."

Filling each of her hands with salt, she held them out, and the lambs
eagerly licked it from the little round palms.

"The cows are down by the creek, uncle," said Donald. "Shall we go to
see them? You must see my calf."

"Come on," cried Susie, and began to run as fast as she could go.

The little lambs, always ready for a play, skipped about her. How
merrily Susie did laugh as they ran ahead and then turned around with
their noses to the ground and their tails in the air, waiting for her to
come and catch them!

"They always want me to play with them," she said, quite out of breath,
when Uncle Robert and Donald caught up.

"What beautiful cows!" exclaimed Uncle Robert as the little Jerseys
lifted their shy faces from the grass to look at them. "I never saw
finer ones."

"That is my calf," said Donald, pointing it out with much pride, "and
that one over there is Frank's. The only way we can tell them apart is
that Frank's has more black on its face than mine has."

[Illustration: Donald's calf.]