his head, and both children slipped off into the trough. It was about
half-full of water, and Joyce fell in face downward. Such sputtering,
puffing, and blowing, as they scrambled out of the trough! And there
stood old Ned, looking at them as if to say, "How did you like your bath?"

Grandpa came hurrying up to see if they were hurt. He told them that old
Ned was only doing as he had been taught when he was a colt; and that
they could not expect him to do otherwise, if they rode him like that.

That evening, as twilight settled down, Grandpa and Grandma and the
children sat on the porch and listened to the lonely call of a whippoorwill
from the neighboring woods.

"I see the Big Bear," said Don--"and the Little Bear, too."

"What is the Milky Way, Grandma?" asked Joyce.

"When men look through telescopes they find millions of stars--so close
together and so far away that not one star can be seen by the naked eye.
The Indians used to say it was the path which all Indians must travel
after they died, to reach the Happy Hunting Grounds."

"See how bright the stars are in the Dipper!" exclaimed Don.

"When I was just a little girl," said Grandma, "I learned a rhyme about
the Milky Way:

"The Man in the Moon that sails through the sky
Is known as a gay old skipper.
But he made a mistake,