"I have something to show you," said Grandma after breakfast the next
morning. "Come with me."

"Oh, a little calf!" exclaimed Don a moment later.

"Isn't he cute?" cried Joyce. "See how wobbly his legs are. What's his
name, Grandma?"

"Grandpa says he's not going to bother naming him, when he has two bright
grandchildren here on the farm," answered Grandma, smiling.

"Does he mean that _we_ can name him?" asked Joyce.

"Yes," replied Grandma, "he means just that."

"Oh, Don," cried Joyce, "what shall we call him?"

"I think Bruno is a nice name," said Don.

"So do I; we'll call him Bruno," agreed Joyce.

"I wonder if he would let me pet him," said Don, gently touching the
calf on his small white nose.

The little fellow tossed his head and wobbled over to the other side of
his mother. The children laughed merrily; and they were so interested
in watching the little creature that Grandma had to leave them and go
back to her work.

The hours passed by very quickly and very happily--there were so many