"Does your father sell the milk there now?" asked Uncle Robert.
"Not now," said Donald. "Mother likes to make the butter herself."
"That's why it is so good," said Uncle Robert.
"Has Susie a calf too?"
[Illustration: The Barn.]
Susie, tired of waiting for them to return, had come to see what they were doing. So she answered for herself.
"No, uncle," she said, "but I have the prettiest little lambs you ever saw. They always run to me when they see me coming. Please come out to the lot and see them."
"How many have you?" asked Uncle Robert.
"Two," replied Susie. "They're twins, and are just alike. Their mother is dead. It was cold when they were born. There was snow on the ground. Father brought them into the kitchen in a basket to keep them warm. Mother and I taught them to drink milk, so father gave them to me. I'm going to keep them always."
"Father likes us to have our own things to take care of," said Donald.
"I think it's ever so much more fun, don't you, uncle?"