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Ruth, as she followed Mrs. MacCall indoors. Tess had an idea and she was frank to express it. Uncle Rufus, this goat is very strong. Can't you fashion a harness and some kind of a cart for him so that we can take turns riding—Dot and me? He used to draw Sam Pinkney. Glo-ree! grumbled the colored man again. I kin see where I got my han's full wid disher goat—I do! But you can, Uncle Rufus? said Tess. Oh, yes, chile. I s'pect so. But fust off let me git him shut up in de hen-yard, else he'll be


Ruth. Dot said, gravely, Maybe the goat and the pig will play together, and so the pig 't do so much damage. The next time that pig comes in here, I'm going right around to Mr. Con Murphy and complain, declared Agnes, with emphasis. Oh! we don't want to have trouble with any neighbor, objected Ruth, quickly. My! you'd let folks ride right over you, said Agnes, with scorn for Ruth's timidity. I don't think that poor cobbler, Mr. Murphy, will ride over me—unless he rides on his pig, laughed


eatin' up de hull ob Mis' MacCall's wash—ya'as'm! The poultry pens were fenced with strong woven wire, and one of them was not in use. Into this enclosure Mr. Billy Bumps was led. When the strap was taken off, he made a dive for Uncle Rufus, but the darky was nimble, despite his years. Yo' butt me, yo' horned scalawag! gasped the old colored man, when once safe on the outside of the pen, an' I 't gib yo' nottin' ter chew on but an old rubber boot fo' de nex' week—dat's what I'll do. The old


Oh! if I only had a third hand, cried Agnes, aloud.