"I thought farmers in the West let their pigs run in the woods," said
Uncle Robert.
"We had a lot of razorbacks for a while, but they didn't pay," said
Donald. "Our Berkshires make nice pork."
"How warm the sun is getting!" said Uncle Robert as they turned away from the pigpen.
"The wind is from the southwest," said Donald, looking at the weather vane on top of the barn. "It always gets warmer when the wind is from that direction."
"Uncle," said Susie, "before we begin to plant the seeds let's go and see my lambs."
"You go ahead, and I'll get some salt for the sheep," said Donald. "They always run to me when they see me coming with a pan. They know what that means."
Donald soon joined them with the pan of salt.
"Mother says she can't work in the garden until afternoon," he said, "so we needn't hurry back."
As they entered the pasture the sheep were quietly grazing on the slope of the hill, where the grass was nibbled very short. A few lambs were frisking together at the foot of the hill.
"See the lambs playing, uncle," said Susie. "The two little ones with long tails and black noses are mine. Aren't they cunning? They'll see me in a minute. Then how they will run!"