I wrapped the lamb in my coat, took it to the house, made a fire, and heated some milk.

Your Aunt Hattie heard me and got up.

She won't let me give brandy even to a dumb beast, so I put some ground sugar, which is just as good, in the milk, and forced it down the lamb's throat.

Then we wrapped an old blanket round him, and put him near the stove, and the next evening he was ready to go back to his mother.

I petted him all through April, and gave him extras different kinds of meal, till I found what suited him best; now he does me credit." "Dear little lamb," said Miss Laura, patting him, "How can you tell him from the others, uncle ?" "I know all their faces, Laura.