By that time we were interested in seeing how much she could hold; and she looked so funny that Leon sent me for more corn; but I told him I thought what she needed now was water, so we held her to the trough, and she tried to drink, but she couldn't swallow much.

We set her down beside the corn, and she went to eating again.
"Go it, old mill-hopper!" cried Leon.
Right then there was an awful commotion in the barn, and from the squealing we knew one of the horses was loose, and fighting the others.
We ran to fix them, and had a time to get Jo back into his stall, and tied.

Before we had everything safe, the supper bell rang, and I bet Leon a penny I could reach the house while he shut the door and got there.

We forgot every single thing about the goose.
At supper mother asked Leon if he fed the goose all she would eat, and I looked at him guilty-like, for I remembered we hadn't put her back.
He frowned at me cross as a bear, and I knew that meant he had remembered, and would slip back and put her inside when he finished his supper, so I didn't say anything.
"I didn't feed her ALL she would eat!" said Leon.

"If I had, she'd be at it yet.