“Oh, Ted! If mother heard you——”
“She won’t, if you don’t tell her. It’s no harm. Come on!”
Eager to see what her brother would do, Jan followed him. When she saw him climbing the fence to get into the pasture, and as she noticed some little calves eating in the grass, she asked:
“Are you going to catch one?”
“I’m going to lasso it,” answered Ted. “Wild West cowboys lasso.”
“Won’t it hurt the little cow?”
“Nope. I’ll do it easy. It won’t hurt.”
And I don’t believe it really did. Ted climbed over the fence and, making a slip-noose in the clothesline, he went up softly behind one of the calves. But the animal heard Teddy coming and, kicking up his heels, ran away.
“But I’ll get another,” declared the little Curlytop chap, and after two or three attempts he did manage to throw the noose over the neck of a small calf. The little animal tried to pull away, but Ted was quite strong and at last led the animal along by the rope.
“Now I’m a cowboy!” boasted Ted. “Didn’t I tell you I could catch one?”