"I didn't mean to," said Teddy. "But I can lasso good, can't I?"
"Yes; pretty good," his sister agreed. "But you can't lasso me any more. I don't want to play. I'm going to the house."
"Did I hurt you much?" Teddy asked.
"Well, not such an awful lot," admitted Jan. "I fell on some soft grass, though, or you would have. Anyhow, I'm going in."
Teddy looked a little sad for a minute, and then he cried:
"Oh, I know what I can do! You stay and watch me, Jan."
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"You'll see," he answered "Here, you hold my lasso a minute."
Teddy ran off across the field, and when he came back to where his sister was still holding the coil of rope the Curlytop boy was leading by a rope a little calf, one of several that were kept in the stable and fed milk from a pail.
"What are you going to do, Teddy Martin?" asked the little girl.