XIV TEASING UNCLE JERRY 74

XV UNCLE JERRY OBJECTS 79

XVI AUNT NANCY'S PLAN 84

XVII A TERRIBLE MIX-UP 88

XVIII THE SWING 92

XIX THE WRONG TARGET 97

XX THE SWIMMING HOLE 102

XXI A DUCKING 107

XXII A GREAT JOKE 112

XXIII A MYSTERY 117

XXIV HALF AND HALF 122

THE TALE OF SNOWBALL LAMB

I

BLACK AND WHITE

"Hurrah!" Johnnie Green shouted. And he dashed out of the woodshed and
ran to the barnyard as fast as he could scamper.

There was a good reason for his high spirits and his haste. His father
had just told him he might have a lamb for a pet.

Farmer Green followed Johnnie at a slower pace. When he reached the
barnyard fence Johnnie was already on the other side of it, trying to
catch a certain black lamb.

Now, Johnnie Green was spry; but this black lamb was sprier. Whenever
Johnnie thought he had the lamb the black rascal always managed to slip
out of his clutches.

"I'll help you," said Farmer Green. And climbing the fence, he soon had
the lively lamb cornered and caught.

Then Johnnie lost no time in taking his new pet in his own arms.

"I'm going to call him----" Johnnie began, as his father let go of the
struggling black armful.

But Johnnie Green never finished what he had started to say. The first
thing he knew the lamb had squirmed out of his arms and was running up
the lane.

Johnnie straightened up and gazed after him in dismay.

"I don't believe I'll call him anything," he murmured, half to himself.

Farmer Green couldn't help laughing. And then, noticing a very
disappointed look on Johnnie's face, he said, "Cheer up, Johnnie! That
lamb is the youngest one on the farm, but he's too big for a pet. He's a
wild one. Let him run with the flock and we'll see if we can't do
something to make you feel happy."

Well, Johnnie Green knew that when his father talked like that it was
silly to be glum. So he cried, "All right!" And turning his back upon
the black lamb, which was by this time almost up to the head of the
lane, Johnnie walked back to the woodshed.

The next day, when Farmer Green came home from a drive over the hill,
Johnnie shouted "Hurrah!" once more. For lying on a bit of hay in the
bottom of the buggy was a white lamb no more than half as big as the
lively black scamp that had got away from Johnnie the