Will you walk into the parlor ?" "Oh, no," cried Dora, "let me go with you to feed the calf; I shall like that ever so much better." "It can wait just as well as not," said Miriam; "we can sit in the hall, if you like," and she moved toward an old-fashioned sofa which stood against the wall; as she did so, she stepped on the front of her voluminous silk gown, and came near falling.
"The horrid old thing!" she exclaimed; "I am always tripping over it," and as she glanced at Dora the two girls broke into a laugh.

"I expect you think I look like a perfect guy," she said, as they seated themselves, "and so I do, but you see the calf is not much more than a week old, and its mother has entirely deserted it, and kicks and horns at it if it comes near her.

It got to be so weak it could scarcely stand up, and I have adopted it, and feed it out of this bottle.

The first time I did it I nearly ruined the dress I had on, and so I went to the garret and got this old gown, which covers me up very well, though it looks dreadfully, and is awfully awkward." "To whom did it belong ?" asked Dora.

"It is made in such a queer way,--not like really old-fashioned things." "I am sure I don't know to whom it belonged," said Miriam.