MR.

WOOD had a dozen calves that he was raising, and Miss Laura sometimes went up to the stable to see them.

Each calf was in a crib, and it was fed with milk.

They had gentle, patient faces, and beautiful eyes, and looked very meek, as they stood quietly gazing about them, or sucking away at their milk.

They reminded me of big, gentle dogs.
I never got a very good look at them in their cribs, but one day when they were old enough to be let out, I went up with Miss Laura to the yard where they were kept.