o."

"Dear me!" said the pretty Black Calf. "How strong and good you must be.
I can only keep on trying."

"Pooh!" said the Red Calf again. Then he lowered his voice and spoke to
her. "Move along," said he, "and let me stand beside you in the cubby
while I chew my cud."

"Don't you do it," cried the White Calf. "I want that place myself."

[Illustration: THE RED CALF AND THE WHITE CALF.]

"I guess not!" exclaimed the Red Calf. "I'll bunt you first."

"Bunt away, then," said the White Calf, "but I'll have that place."

"Oh, please don't fight!" exclaimed the Black Calf. "I'll let one of you
have my corner."

"Don't you move," cried each of them. "I want to stand by you." Then
they lowered their heads and looked into each other's eyes. Next, they
put their hard foreheads together, and pushed and pushed and pushed.
Sometimes the Red Calf made the White Calf go backward, and sometimes it
was the other way. Once in a while they stood still and rested. Then
they began pushing again.

While they were quarrelling in this way, getting warmer and more angry
all the time, and losing those very tempers which they had said they
would always keep, a young Jersey had stepped into the cubby beside the
Black Calf, and they were having a pleasant visit. "What are those
fellows fighting about?" he asked.

The Black Calf smiled a funny little smile. "They are fighting," said
she, "to see which one shall stand in the cubby with me and chew his
cud."

The Jersey Calf was a shrewd young fellow of very good family.
"Perhaps," said he, "I ought to stay and guard the place until it is
decided who shall have it."

"I wish you would," said she.

And that was how it happened that the two Calves who lost their tempers
had a cross, tiresome, and uncomfortable day, while another had the very
corner which they wanted. When night came, they grumbled because the
Jersey Calf had come out ahead of them, and they thought it very
strange. But it was not strange, for the people who are quiet and
good-natured always come out ahead in the end. And the people who are so
very sure that it is easy to be good when they really want to, are just
the very ones who sometimes do not want to when they should.

The Black Calf was right. The only way to be sensible and happy is to
try and try and try, and it does pay.

* * * * *

Among the Forest People.

By CLARA D. PIERSON.

Illustrated by F. C. Gordon.

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