all around a field."

The Blind Horse spoke softly to her. "You will have a happy life, my
dear, because you are a willing worker."

Although the Bay Colt didn't say anything, he thought a great deal, and
about many things. While he was thinking he began to crib, but the
noise of his biting teeth on the wood startled him, and he shook his
head and whispered to himself, "I will never crib again." When he ate
his supper, his sore mouth hurt him, but he didn't whimper. "You deserve
it," he said to himself. "It wouldn't have been sore if you had been
steady like your cousin." The Bay Colt was growing sensible very fast.

The Dappled Gray had noticed how suddenly he stopped cribbing, and so
watched him for a few days. He saw that the Bay Colt was in earnest,
that he drew the log up and down without making any fuss, and was soon
hitched with his mother to a plow. The Dappled Gray and the Blind Horse
were also plowing that day, and they called across from their field.
"Fine day for plowing," they said.

"Perfect," answered the Bay Colt. "Did you notice the last furrow we
turned? Can you do any better than that? If I had jumped, it would have
been crooked instead of straight; and if I had stopped, it would not be
done yet."

"Good furrow! Wonderful furrow!" answered the Dappled Gray. "Always knew
you'd be a good worker when you got down to it. You are one of us now,
one of the working Horses. Glad of it. Good-bye!" And he turned away to
start his plow across the field again.

"Do you like being grown up?" said the Bay Colt's mother to him.

"Like it?" he answered with a laugh. "I'm so proud that I don't know
what to do. I wouldn't go back to the old life of all play for anything
in the world. And my little cousin made me see my mistakes. Was there
ever another Colt as foolish as I?"

"A great many of them," said his mother. "More than you would guess.
They kick and bite and try to run because they cannot always have their
own way; and then, when they have tried the farmer's way, and begin to
pay for his care of them, they find it very much better than the life of
all play. Colts will be Colts."

THE TWIN LAMBS

There was a Lamb, a bright, frisky young fellow, who had a twin sister.
Their mother loved them both and was as kind to one as to the other, but
the brother wanted to have the best of everything, and sometimes he even
bunted his sister with his hard little forehead. His mother had to speak
to him man