Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Where they live
 Our horses
 Our sheep and lambs
 Our donkey
 Our cows
 Our pigs
 The farm-yard council
 Our poultry-yard
 Our rabbits
 Our cats
 Back Cover

Group Title: Warne's little playmates
Title: Our farm-yard friends
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00055394/00001
 Material Information
Title: Our farm-yard friends comprising: Where they live, Our hourses, Our sheep and lambs, Our donkey, Our cows, Our pigs, The farm-yard council, Our poultry-yard, Our rabbits, Our cats
Series Title: Warne's little playmates
Alternate Title: Where they live
Our hourses
Our sheep and lambs
Our donkey
Our cows
Our pigs
Farm-yard council
Our poultry-yard
Our rabbits
Our cats
Physical Description: 32 p., 4 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 29 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Frederick Warne and Co ( Publisher )
Kronheim & Co ( Lithographer )
Dalziel Brothers ( Engraver )
Publisher: Frederick Warne and Co.
Place of Publication: London
New York
Publication Date: 1887
Subject: Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Domestic animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Natural history -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Country life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1887   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1887   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1887
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Illustrations lithographed by Kronheim & Co. and some engraved by Dalziel.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements on back cover.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00055394
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002224411
notis - ALG4675
oclc - 69665308

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
        Page 1
    Title Page
        Page 2
    Where they live
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Our horses
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Our sheep and lambs
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
    Our donkey
        Page 16
    Our cows
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Our pigs
        Page 22
    The farm-yard council
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Our poultry-yard
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    Our rabbits
        Page 30
    Our cats
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Back Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
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SGOD causeth grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service
of man."-Psalm civ. 14.

.. .. Y name is John,
.OJiV,- and I live on
-.-. di-A L my father's farm in the
S'fresh green country.
We have a pretty old
house, and a great deal
of land which is divided
into fields and meadows.
The fields are used for growing corn-that is, for
wheat, barley, and oats, and also for roots to be
eaten by our Farm-yard Friends. The meadows
are for growing grass for the cattle to feed on,
and also hay for their winter food.
Who are these friends of ours? They are the
horses, the cows, the sheep, the pigs, the poultry,
the pigeons, the donkeys, and the rabbits. Look
at the frontispiece: there you will see several of
them assembled under the trees.


I do not know what a farmer would do without
these useful servants and kind friends whom God
has given to him, to help in his work, and to feed,
and clothe him. We, boys and girls about the farm,
love these friends of ours very much, and they love
us, and would not hurt us on any account. Even
little Willie, who is only five years old, could take
the cows to water if we were not afraid that he
would fall into the pond;
for our pond is very large
and deep, and we think
very pretty.
On our farm we have
also a large farm-yard,
to which all our friends
return at night. Round
it are the cowsheds and cow-houses (the hayloft is
above them), and the barns. We have also folds
for sheep and lambs, and a nice house for the
poultry, a pretty dove-cot, and sties for the pigs.
In the spring, summer, and autumn, the cattle
and sheep feed in the meadows; and then they
are happiest, for they love the sweet green grass
and the sunshine. The fowls also have long runs
over the pastures, and greatly enjoy the worms
and grubs they find everywhere.


Our meadows are very pretty; there are clumps
of trees in them, here and
there, to shelter the cattle
from the heat; and they
are a blaze of gold and
Silver in spring, when the
daisies and buttercups
cover the grass.
Here the cows feed or
lie down, and the little lambs jump
about round their mothers, while the
birds sing in the branches of the trees.
But some of the meadows are kept for hay,
that the animals may have food in winter. In
these the grass grows very high, till about June,
when the mowers come with their scythes and cut
it down in swathes,
as they call them.
Then the hayma-
kers toss it about,
and lay it in the
sun till it is dry and
can be put in piles,
called haycocks;
then the men bring
carts and carry it away to make it into stacks.


THE horse is the good friend of the farmer. He
is always ready to work for him and help him. In
spring Dobbin and Robin, two of our cart-horses,
are harnessed to the plough, for they must draw
its sharp edge through the hard earth, and turn
up the fresh soil in which the corn will be sown.
It would not grow in hard and used-up ground.
Tom, the ploughman, guides the plough and
makes nice straight
rows, which he calls
furrows. He is proud
of making them very
straight, and I drive
the horses. They know
me well, and mind my
voice as much as they
do the whip.
The crows follow us,
but we do not drive
them away, for they 1
come to pick up the -
grubs and worms which would eat the seed if the
birds did not eat them.


When it is noon-that is, twelve o'clock-and
the sun is
up in the
sky as
high as he
will go, we
leave off
work, and
go and sit
under the
trees, and
eat our
dinner of bread and cheese and cold bacon, and
we let the poor horses rest also.
They will return to
work; but, by-and-bye,

there, and they are
glad to go.
When the land is all _----_
ploughed, the sower
goes out and sows the seed. By-and-bye little green
shoots come up and cover all the field. These


gradually become stalks, on which grow ears of
wheat, or barley, or oats; and nothing can be more
beautiful than fields of golden grain shining in the
sun; the wheat ears bending down with the weight
of the grain, or the bearded barley or the oats
shimmering in the summer breeze. But at last
the reapers come with their sharp sickles and cut
them down, and tie them in sheaves.
Then our dear old horses must again help us,
and draw the harvest home to the barns. That
is pleasant work, for it is a time of thanksgiving
to God, "who crowneth the year with His good-
The wheat is threshed out in the barns till the
chaff is separated from the grain; then the grain
is ground into flour, of which we make bread.
From barley we get malt to make beer. The oats
are for the food of the good friends who have
helped us plough and harrow, and bring home the
harvest-our kind horses.
They well deserve their oats and hay, and com-
fortable stalls, and to be treated very kindly; do
you not think so ? They have worked very hard
and patiently in helping us to till the ground and
gather in the harvest-these good Farm-yard
Friends of ours.


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The pastures are clothed with flocks."-Psalm lxv. 13.

T HE most useful of all
our friends is, I think,
the sheep.
It supplies us with food
and clothing, and its skin
is useful also for many
purposes. If Robinson
Crusoe had had sheep on
his desert island, he would
have been very well off, for he could have had
milk and meat, and sheepskins to dress in. In
some countries, which are not desert islands, the
poor people still dress in sheepskins.
At the farm we have a very fine flock of sheep,
and a nice collie dog to take care of them, and help
the shepherd and his son, who is a pretty boy;
because he looks like a picture we call him Bo-peep.
But he is not likely to lose his sheep in our mea-


dows, or even on the hills, for he is very watchful
and careful, and does not "go fast
asleep" when he is in charge of
the flock.
He loves the sheep and the little
lambs, and they know his voice, for
he often talks to them and plays
with them. Sometimes he sings.
He has a sweet little voice. This
is one of his songs:-

Resting in pleasant spring-time
Upon the rich green grass-
All buttercups and daisies-
My happy days I pass.
The soft air brings around me
Sweet scents from flow'rs of May;
And far, far up above me,
I hear the lark's sweet lay.
The happy little lambkins
O'er the green pastures bound;
Oh, merry in the spring-time
Is every rural sound!
Who gives me all these blessings,
Of earth, and air, and sky?
My own Almighty Shepherd,
The Lord, who reigns on high.


He, who calls little children
His lambs, whom He would lead
In green and pleasant pastures,
Where they may safely feed.
Oh, may I ever follow
That Shepherd's guiding voice!
From His flock never wander,
But in His care rejoice.

The lambs in spring are pretty little creatures,
very gentle and playful. Very often one has been
taken for a pet by little
people and they

are very nice merry playfellows; but then, by-and-
bye, they grow into big sheep, and must be sent
out into the meadows.
Lambs look so very much all alike that we often
wonder how the mother sheep (called ewes) can
tell their own little ones from the others; but they
can, and no lamb ever mistakes another sheep for
its mother.
But summer comes, and the poor sheep are a


great deal too warm in their thick coat of wool,
which begins to catch in the brambles and leave
little bits behind them,
STmore than it did even
S, in the spring, when the
poor birds were so glad
Sto find a little bit of wool
to put in their nests.
I will tell you some-
thing that may amuse
you about these left
behind bits of wool.
There was once a very
poor lady, who had scarcely money enough to buy
bread, so she was glad to live in an empty shep-
herd's hut, which no one wanted, on the mountains
of Spain. On those mountains great flocks of
Merino sheep were fed, and one day, as she came
home, she picked several pieces of their wool off
the bushes. This put it into her head to go and
look for more, and she found a great deal. She
put it all together, and in two years she had enough
spun wool (for she could spin) to sell. So she went
on for some years, and at last she grew a very rich
woman, and bought flocks of her own. But all
her fortune began with one knot of wool,


By-and-bye comes shearing
time. Then the sheep are
driven to the brook, and
there they are first washed '
very clean. Then the .
sheep-shearer comes
with his shears and cuts
off the wool, and
rolls it up as you If
see it below lying
by the dog.
Then it is sold
to thewool manu- -I
facturer, who has
it spun into worsted, and made into blankets, and
-,- .. -- carpets, and coats, and dresses.
The worst part of it is used to
stuff mattresses. When first
the sheep are sheared, they
... look very white and naked;
but very soon the wool will
Grow again, and be ready to
keep them warm in the cold
S winter-time.
,'. Father has made a great
.__ deal of money by selling the


wool of his flock. But we could not manage our
sheep at all well without our dog-a good Scotch
He is master and shepherd himself, and the
sheep mind him; if they do not, he soon teaches
them to do so. by giving
-- --. them a good hard bite.
-n But he does not really hurt
them. If they are scat-
tered ever so much, he
will collect them and
bring them back all safely
to his master, barking at
them, and running from
one to the other at full speed.
If a lamb has strayed on the hills, he will not
rest till he has found it, and brought the shepherd
to it. In Scotland a sheep is often lost in snow-
drifts; but the collie dog is certain to find it and
scrape the snow off it, and call the shepherd.
Indeed, no dog is more sensible and careful than
he is.
He likes his work. A collie kept in a kennel,
and only let go for a walk, is very unhappy. He
finds, as we all do, that work is pleasanter than
having nothing to do.


Once our little Bo-peep himself was lost in a
snowstorm. He went alone in search of one of his
lambs, but fell into a snowdrift himself, and there,
being cold and tired, he fell asleep. Now it is very
dangerous to
sleep in snow: if
you do so, you
generally never
wake up any
more. But Tray
found him just
in time, and
barked and
pulled at him till
he woke him up,
and took him
home with him.
In winter we
put the sheep in the fold. You see them there in
the picture. The little lambs with them, born in
winter, are called house lambs.
There are a great many different kinds of sheep.
Ours are Southdowns, and they are very good,
though some people like Leicester sheep, and some
Merino. Welsh and Dartmoor sheep are very
small, but give us nice mutton.


ONE of our most useful friends is our donkey.
He is not at all stupid or obstinate, as donkeys are
said to be-but then he is very kindly
treated. He is not beaten and
scolded or overworked. He
iswell fed, and very

find him !a nice
bu nch of this-
tles to eat, for
he is v ig, ver y
fond of e t them.

When all the horses are wanted for ploughing,
or hay-carrying, or at harvest-time, Neddy is of
great use. Mary, our poultry-maid, is glad to take
the eggs, fowls, and butter to market then in the
donkey-cart; and sometimes she brings potatoes
in it to the house for the use of the pigs, after her
return from the town.
In autumn we boys often ride Neddy when we
go out nutting or blackberrying, and he trots very
fast with two on his back, but the two are very little.

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"Every beast of the field is Mine, and the cattle upon a
thousand hills."-Psalm 1. Io.

\W E have a large herd of cows, and they are
V very good ones. The Devonshire cows
give us rich milk; so do the little Alderneys, that
have crumpled
horns. The Here-
__ fordshire cows have
Pretty white faces;
but I like, best of
Small, the Short Horns.
SDaisy is my favour-
ite of them. She
14 A has a very pretty
little calf now, and
she is very fond of
it. If any one tried to hurt it she would run at
them with her horns.
The calf is very playful, and jumps about upon
the meadow grass, but not as prettily as a lamb does.
The cow moos very softly when she calls her little
one back to her. She takes great care of it, and would
be sorry to lose it, for she is a very good mother.


Father also feeds his oxen in the meadows. They
are sold, when ready, to the butcher, and their flesh
is excellent beef.
In former days, when there were not so many
horses, oxen used to be harnessed to the plough,
and draw it, for they
are very strong an-
imals. In some
countries they still
use oxen for draw-
ing the plough and
There is scarcely
a part of the ox that
is not useful. Its horns make knife-handles and
many other bone things; its skin and hair are
also used, father says. But after all the ox is not
as useful as the cow.
What should we children do without her? and
what would mother do without her dairy ? I really
don't know. Mary, our dairy-maid, gets up very
early in the morning, and goes to the cow-shed to
milk the cows before they are turned into the
I love to go with her, and she lets me very often.
She has shown me how to milk the cow.


When her pails are quite full of the warm foamy
milk, she carries them to the dairy.
The dairy is a cool
pretty place, with
very wide shelves,
on which stand great
white pans for the
milk; in it also is
the churn in which
she makes the butter.
The milk is poured
through a strainer
into these pans; except that which is taken out to
be drunk by us, with our tea and coffee, or as
bread and milk, or in puddings, and also for Baby
and little Jimmy.
By-and-bye a thick scum will rise to the top of
the milk in the pans-that is, the richest part of it,
and the lightest. You know that it is called cream.
It will be skimmed off when
it is thick enough-in about
twelve hours, perhaps.
The cows are milked
twice a day: in the meadows
the second time, as you will see in the large pic-
ture. Then very often the man who attends to the


cows, and is called a herdsman, milks them, with
Mary to help him.
When the cream has been skimmed off with a
large flat spoon, it is put into a churn, and is
churned or beaten till it changes into butter.
Shaking and knocking cream very hard will al-
ways make it into butter; but the churn is the
right thing with which to do it. I have heard of
an Arab who was sent with some cream in a jar
as a present from one chief (or sheik, as they are
called) to another; but he rode a very swift camel,
called a dromedary, and by the time he reached
the tent of the man who was to receive the present
of cream, it had all been shaken into a hard lump
of butter.
When the butter is "come," the butter-milk is
poured off, and the butter is washed in cold water;
then it is a little salted, and made into pats or rolls
for sale in the market; and very golden and pretty
it looks. The cream is sometimes pressed into
cheese, which is called cream cheese.
Cheese is made from milk, thickened into a curd
by a liquid called rennet. It is then pressed under
a heavy weight to squeeze out the whey-that is,
the liquid left when the curd is made. Then it is
pressed, salted and dried, and is good cheese if it


has been made of rich milk; if it has been made
of skimmed milk it is not so good.
Butter milk is not liked by us, but Irish people
drink a great deal of it.
How good it is of God to
give us such useful and kind

Thine are the cattle, gra-
cious Lord,
Upon a thousand hills;
Thy goodness with fair
flocks and herds,
Our verdant pasture fills.
Thou gavest man the mighty
When still the world was
And the meek cow with
gentle eyes,
Whose praise has oft
been sung.
These are Thy gifts to us, O Lord,
For help and daily food-
Thy harmless creatures-whom at first
Thou deignedst to call "good."
We bless Thee for Thy many gifts,
Far more than tongue can tell;
And pray that we may never fail
To treat Thy creatures well.


O UR pigs are very fine
ones, and we have from
them nice hams, bacon, and
sausages; and father sells
the skins, which are very
strong for making into
saddles, &c., &c. The
bristles are also used to
make brushes. Our pigs
bring in a good deal of
But pigs require care; their sties must be kept
very clean, and they must I
be scrubbed themselves ,' i" ~`' "
very often. Their food 5 i
should be pea-meal and Ti
boiled potatoes and vege-
Pigs are certainly dirty Mr,
feeders, unless they are ' _
kept from being so. If
they are let run about, i -
they generally get some
raw carrot or cabbage to eat.


T HE animals met one day, at the pig's request,
in council. The subject which they wished
to discuss had also been suggested by the pig. It
was, Why they should not rise in rebellion against
men, and for the future work entirely for them-
selves ?" Chucky-that was the pig's name-had
been talking with a wolf, and had been told all
sorts of silly nonsense by it; the wolf hoping to
make the pig run away from his sty that he might
eat him. He began the council with a speech.
"I do not suffer much myself from man's
tyranny," he said, "for I am content with plenty to
eat and a sty; but I really feel for you, my friends.
The horse is the noblest of animals, yet he has to
plough, and draw burdens, and work for man, and
only gets a share of the oats; he ought to have all
the produce of the land he tills. The cow also
should not be obliged to give her milk for butter
and cheese, she should keep it all for her calves,
and they ought never to be killed. The sheep also
ought not to be robbed of her fleece, to make
clothes for our greedy master. For my part, I
detest greediness."
But the horse answered, It is true, without my


strength, man could not do his work very well,
though I have heard of a steam-plough. He could
not draw his own laden waggons; but then, also,
I could not sow the land, or reap the grain, or
separate it from the chaff. I could not make hay
or cut down oats; therefore in winter I should per-
haps starve. The cow also would have no food then
if man were not so clever as to make or save it for
her. And if the sheep were not sheared, I think
she would die of heat in summer. We had better
leave things as they are. Man has been set over
us for our good, I believe. He is much wiser than
we are, and therefore ought to rule us. I do not
think, Chucky, that you can improve the order of
The cow mooed, the sheep bleated, and the cock
crowed approval of the horse's words, and the
council quietly dispersed. The wolf and Chucky
had not succeeded in making them discontented.

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"Flying fowl praise the LORD."-PsalM cxlviii. IO.

SOUR poultry-yard is well
stocked with all kinds
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We have handsome Game
,f fowls, Cochin Chinas, with
their long legs, Silver Ham-
burghs, and sweet little Ban-
4 .tams, as bold as they are
Our cock is awake before
Sthe dawn, and rouses us all
from sleep by his loud crow-
ing. He is a brave bird, and as kind as he is brave.
Whenever he finds a nice grain or fat worm when
he is scratching about, he calls all the hens to
share it. He is not the least greedy.
I think we might all imitate Chanticleer, and
share our nice things with one another.
Our hens lay a great many eggs. Sometimes
as the fowls have a good run over the meadows,
the hens lay away from their house; and it is


great fun for us boys to go and look for them in the
hedges and in sly places.- :
Once a hen laid enough / 'f '
eggs in one place-a a .
hidden corner in the or- -: "
chard, to make a nest,
and she sat on them and
hatched seven nice little
When the chickens are all come out of the
shell, the hen and they
are put into a coop, as it
.: .s t.is called, and the coop
Si is generally placed on
the grass in the sunshine.
The tiny things can get
"- ~ between the bars of the
,q coop and run about; and
little Maggie, my sister,
is so happy when she
can get some nice soft
bread and milk in a can,
and go and feed them
with it. She loves the
little chickabiddies," as
she calls them.


The hen is a very good mother, and takes great
care of her chicks; calling them to her, and
covering them with her wings if she sees any
danger approaching-a strange dog or cat, or a
hawk high up in the air. And they know what
her call means, and obey her directly. We may
learn obedience from the chickens, mother says.
You all know that
fowls are good to eat.
Their feathers are
also useful, when
baked, to stuff pil-
lows and beds.
Ducks have a kind
of oil on their fea-
thers which keeps THE GUINEA-FOWL.
them dry in the water. Ducklings are very
pretty-little downy yellow balls they look.
Sometimes ducks' eggs are put in a hen's nest
to be hatched, and then the poor hen is so
frightened when her chicks will run into the pond,
Our geese are fine, but sometimes spiteful. They
will run after those who run away from them, and
bite them. A goose's bite hurts; but only cowards
are bitten, who are afraid to drive them off.
The Guinea fowls are half wild. They will not


live in the fowl-house, butroost in trees. They have
a funny cry; it sounds like "Come back! come
back!" But they have very beautiful feathers.
The turkeys thrive very well also. The turkey
cock is very brave in appearance. If any one
shows the least fear of him, he struts, and gobbles,
and seems as if he wanted to eat them up; but he

I a as most bullies are, and
LY runs away if one waves one's
S' arms and shouts at him.
We have a great many
r'T7 pigeons-some are of the
common sort; but we have
also a few choice pets.
Amongst them are Tum-
blers, Pouters, and Fantails.
!,. The Tumblers are the most
Amusing birds in the dove-
cot. Foralthoughthe Tumbler
is so plump and short-legged,
he is very active. He turns
over and over in the air,
making back somersaults like
an acrobat. He makes a clap-
ping noise when he rises in TUMBLERS.


the air, and if you watch him you will be delighted
with his funny gambols-head over heels, head
over heels, till he is tired.
: The Tumbler used to be
-i called the Smiter Pigeon in
-" former days.
S. -The Pouter Pigeon is a very
..,"r' ,.. I !strange looking bird. His
POUTERS. great crop is puffed out like a
swelling in his breast; his legs are so feathered
that they look as if dressed in -v _
white trousers, and the long \;,i.:
points of his wings reach far : _. -
down behind. [
He walks on the tips of his
toes with an air of great pride.
But I must say, that when his THE FANTAIL.
crop is not blown out he is a very handsome bird.
His feathers are buff, blue, and white.
We boys keep these pigeons ourselves. Arthur
has some Fantails also, which are very handsome.
They walk, spreading out their pretty fan-like tails,
with all the pride of a peacock, and shake their
heads with an air of great wisdom as they strut
Their colour is white.


W ILD rabbits do a
great deal of harm
on a farm; but father al-
lows us tame ones for
pets, and brother Willie
has some very pretty ones.
They are called the "per-
fect lop," and they have
very long ears, and rather
a pretty face. He feeds
them himself, and cleans
out their hutch, as the
house they live in is called,
very carefully every day.
They love lettuce leaves and cabbage, so he gives
them nice fresh leaves as long
as he can get any. They are
fed also on oat-meal and barley- --
meal, corn, and hay. We feed
them every morning and
every evening; because when --
they are wild they eat at twi- PERFECT LOP.
light. We give them water also. Rabbits are nice
to eat, and their skins are useful.


~~ \JHO keeps the
mice and rats
out of the barns, and
from the hay-ricks ?
Puss does.
She, and Tom, the
S h'e other cat, hunt the rats
Sand mice away from
the grain of all kinds,
and from the barns, and
S e from the farmhouse
Tom is the barn cat especially. He is strong
and fierce, and all the mice are afraid of him.
But he is very honest. Although he would
much enjoy a nice pigeon or chicken for his
dinner, he never touches one. Even the pretty
little yellow ducklings are quite safe from Tom.
Pussy is equally honest.
She lives in the house, and is a great pet with
the children. They always take care that she has
nice warm milk for her breakfast and supper.


She is very pretty, and very clean also. She
takes great pains with her dark shining skin.
Lately she has had some pretty little kittens.
We have kept one of them, and it is the merriest
and prettiest little thing I ever saw.
It is always jumping, and frisking,
and running about in its happy play.
Old puss is very fond of it, and never
likes to have it long out of her sight.
When little Milly takes it, puss never
leaves her. She stands watching her very anxiously
all the time, longing, I think, for Milly to give her
the little thing again.
Without our friend, the cat, we should be over-
run with vermin. She is as useful and kindly as
the rest of our helpers.
With good old Pussy we shall end this account
of our "Farm-yard Friends."

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