ith warm milk and tied the finger of a kid
glove over it, through which the lambs sucked eagerly in turn, each
trying to get a bigger share than his brother, and needing some quite
severe pats to keep them in order. A little corn was given them as a
second course, and, when nothing more was to be had, they gambolled away
and joined the games of the wilder members of the flock.

'Now I must call the calves,' Kate said. 'Will you carry the bottle,
because I shall want both my hands free?'

Janet could not quite understand this until, after a call by Kate, six
calves came galloping up from a distant part of the field. She held out
her fingers, and the nearest calves took them in their mouths, and so
she ran towards the farmyard, a calf clinging to each hand and the
others following close behind. Here she had two pails of milk, and with
one hand in each let the calves find her fingers and so lap up the milk.

'What greedy things!' Janet cried. 'How they shove and push! You are
clever to let each get his proper share.'

'They are just like children, and want some training and scolding to
make them behave properly,' Kate said. 'That big one is a most masterful
creature, and sometimes he upsets the pail and nearly upsets me too.'

The next morning Janet had proof of this. She was in the kitchen,
watching Cook make some pastry, when in through the door a great
creature bounded, knocking over one chair, and thrusting his head into a
large bowl of milk which was standing on another. The milk poured over
in a white flood on the floor. Cook screamed, and brandished her
rolling-pin.

'It's a great, fierce bull!' she cried. 'Oh, Miss Janet, run for your
life while I chase him out of the kitchen!'

'Nonsense, Cook,' Janet said, catching hold of the frightened woman's
arm; 'it is only the masterful calf, and I think it is very clever of
him to find his own breakfast!'

THE GIANT OF THE TREASURE CAVES.

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The watcher at the _fete_ had made no plans. His ideas did not develop
quickly, but one thing was certain: here was a chance ready to his hand.
Only an old woman, evidently rheumatic, was with Estelle. If she had no
other protector, his course was easy. Yes, it was well that the Prefect
and his son were there. It prevented the man from being in too great a
hurry. He must mature his plans. To further the process, he crept up
under shadow of the trees, to the side of the shed near to which t