"I will," said Russ. And then he called out loudly:
"Hey, Mr. Parker!" for that was the farmer's name. "Hey, Mr. Parker, you'd better look out!"
"Look out for what?"
"For the old ram. He chased my grandma and my sister Margy yesterday," went on Russ. "But Margy had a red coat on."
"Well, I haven't anything red on," the farmer said with a laugh. "But I'm much obliged to you for telling me. And, as it happens, I'm going right where that old ram is."
"Oh, aren't you 'fraid?" asked Laddie.
"No," answered the farmer. "The ram will be glad to see me. You see, I'm taking him and the sheep some salt," and he showed the children that he had salt in the box under his arm. "I'm going to give my cattle some salt," went on the farmer, "and Mr. Hixon, who owns the sheep, asked me to salt them, too. So I'm going to. The ram will be so glad to see me with the salt that he won't hurt me at all."
"It's funny sheep like salt," said Laddie.
"It is. But they do," said the farmer, as he went on down the road.
It was a little later that afternoon that Russ, who had been making a toy sailboat, whistling merrily the while, wanted to go down to the lake to sail it.