Bobs was a little boy who was always asking questions; and if he could only get his mother to tell him a story, he was quite content. He would sit so still that he scarcely so much as winked.
"Yes," answered his mother; "I had a pet lamb for my very own when I was a little girl."
"Oh, do tell me all about it," cried Bobs. "Was it very tiny?"
So Bobs and his mother sat down in a chair by the fire, and she began,—
"A long, long time ago, when I was quite a little girl, I had a great longing to have a pet lamb.
"My father owned a farm, and although I had lots of other pets, I was not content, and still wanted a lamb for my own.
"'Very well,' said my father, 'you may have a pet lamb, but I am sure you will get tired of it and never want another.'
