"I could not have made better butter myself!" said Grandma. So Joyce had
something new to write about, in her next letter to Mother.

After dinner the children went to the orchard to play. They found an ant
hill; and it was very interesting to watch the ants as they worked.

One ant was carrying a bread crumb several times larger than herself,
and the children were watching eagerly. The old turkey gobbler came
strutting toward them; but they did not notice. Joyce was bending over,
watching the industrious little ant, when suddenly the gobbler perched
upon her back and began to beat her with his wings.

"Grandma!" screamed Joyce.

It was a comical sight that Grandma saw when she came to the door. There
was Joyce, running toward the house, with the gobbler after her, and Don
coming behind.

The gobbler was right at Joyce's heels, when suddenly the little girl
dodged behind a tree and began to go round and round it, keeping the
tree between her and the gobbler. At last Don found a stick and chased
him away.

When Grandma had comforted Joyce, she explained that it was the little
girl's red dress that the gobbler didn't like. Joyce declared that she
would never wear that dress again while she was on the farm. She never
did; and so the gobbler did not bother her any more.

At bedtime, the children were ready for their usual story. They clambered