d he went along the road until he could see up the yard to the
place where Nappy was watching. He called out, _Nappy!_ in a loud voice,
and then immediately set his horse off upon a run. Nappy looked down to
the road, and was astonished to see George upon the horse, when he
supposed he was still behind the door where he was watching, and he sprang
forward, and set off after him in full pursuit.

He caught George just as he was riding down into the brook. George was
looking round and laughing at him as he came up; but Nappy looked quite
grave, and did nothing but go down into the brook, and lap up water with
his tongue, while the horse drank.

While the horse was drinking, Rollo came along the road, and George asked
him how his garden came on.

"O, very well," said Rollo. "Father is going to give me a larger one next
year."

"Have you got a strawberry-bed?" said George.

"No," said Rollo.

"I should think you would have a strawberry-bed. My father will give you
some plants, and you can set them out this fall."

"I don't know how to set them out," said Rollo. "Could you come and show
me?"

George said he would ask his father; and then, as his horse had done
drinking, he turned round, and rode home again.

Mr. Cropwell said that he would give Rollo a plenty of strawberry-plants,
and, as to George's helping him set them out, he said that they might
exchange works. If Rollo would come and help George gather his
meadow-russets, George might go and help him make his strawberry-bed. That
evening, George went and told Rollo of this plan, and Rollo's father
approved of it. So it was agreed that, the next day, he should go to help
them gather the russets. They invited James to go too.

The Pet Lamb.

The next morning, James and Rollo went together to the farmer's. They
found George at the gate waiting for them, with his dog Nappy. As the boys
were walking along into the yard, George said that his dog Nappy was the
best friend he had in the world, except his lamb.

"Your lamb!" said James; "have you got a lamb?"

"Yes, a most beautiful little lamb. When he was very little indeed, he was
weak and sick, and father thought he would not live; and he told me I
might have him if I wanted him. I made a bed for him in the corner of the
kitchen."

"O, I wish I had one," said James. "Where is he now?"

"O, he is grown up large, and he plays around in the field behind the
house. If I go out there with a little pan o