Joyce and Grandma were busy all morning about the house; and in the
afternoon they baked cookies, and got the lunch as nearly ready as they
could for the trip. Grandpa and Don went out to the garden to dig bait.

They soon had a can full of worms; and then Don found a larger can, and
filled that, too. When Grandpa said they had enough, Don covered the
worms with loose dirt and set the cans out in the shed. Then they got
out the fishing tackle.

Late in the afternoon, Grandma called the children and asked them to
catch a chicken for her, so she could get it ready for their picnic
lunch.

The children asked if they might pick off the feathers. They had watched
Grandma do it so many times, they thought it would be an easy job. But
when they tried it, they found it was not so easy after all. They turned
the chicken round and round, picking first in one place and then in
another. It took them a long time to get all the feathers off.

Then Grandma cut up the chicken and put it in a crock, and took it to
the spring house to keep it cool. "I will fry it in the morning," she said.

How quickly the day passed by! It was already time to do the evening
chores. Grandma was trying to teach the brown and white calf to drink
milk from a pail. Grandpa was busy in the barn, so she called the children
to come and help her.

The calf was kept in a lot near the orchard. "I want you to drive him
to the corner of the fence for me," said Grandma. "Then I will try to
coax him to drink the milk."